On any given day...
The other day on break in the gift shop at work, an old Russian medical interpreter I was acquainted with stopped to say hello. He showed me a book he was reading and was so enthusiastic he said “if you wouldn’t mind, …the prose is just brilliant…if you would just read the first page, and you will be hooked.” He had a beautiful Slavic accent softened by years of speaking English. I was a little distracted by work things and not really feeling patient, but I stopped to read the page. I don’t really remember what it said, or who the author was…I just had a moment where time seemed to stop and began to experience silence and a feeling of peace. Then we went to the cash register where he bought a rather large handful of multicolor “Lindt truffle balls.” I was there to buy a retractable ID badge holder since mine had broken recently and some multicolored hair-bands (1.49). Being sort of patriarchal, he asked me if I was married. I smiled, my first reaction whenever I’m