On the 7th of June, you were sitting upstairs in the room with the writing desk in front of the window looking out upon the Notre Dame. That white cat was sitting in the corner across from you. I was about to go back downstairs but instead I strayed in your direction because of your enchanting british accent. No one can pull off glasses better that you! You were a walking, er sitting, Wikipedia sprouting off trivia facts of the bookstore: such as how students and wandering travelers would spend the night on the very bench you were sitting on if they had no place to go. I found this fact so touching but also your calm way of speaking was so fascinating yet utterly peaceful. I could have listened to you speak for hours on end. I believe you were stating this said trivia to your mother sitting next to you and your father who was roaming the room. Which is why I surprised myself as I replied to your last anecdote with, “Oh, that’s nice.” As if I couldn’t come up with anything more clever or witty to say. We left the room all too soon but simultaneously and you began to talk about the piano in the neighboring room and I couldn’t help but point out it was out of service/being tuned. As I led the way down the wooden staircase, I grabbed my Rainer Maria Rilke book hidden and tucked away to the left… You were so quick to leave. All I saw while purchasing my book was you walking out the door, to the right, and out of my sight. I’m not professing my love to you, but I rather mention how incredible the universe can spin and bring two strangers together for a brief heartfelt moment yet pull them apart again into two different directions. It’s been a week since and we were only together for five minutes but I don’t believe I will ever forget the magic of that bookstore and our beautiful moment we had together. -M. Maria
Her Two Cents
We may never fully understand why some people have the power to make a strong, lasting, and unforgettable impression. When these individuals enter our lives it’s as if a burst of technicolor has appeared in an otherwise mono-chromatic existence. Paths may never cross again, but the memory will last forever. “Be not inhospitable to strangers lest they be angels in disguise.”