A Human Experence

When you’ve just finished a good book and you’re riding a crowded public bus down an endlessly straight road, passing fields of young tender sprouts and colorful farm workers, and the clouds are sliding around low in the dim morning sky begging to be named; the five senses are peaking…creativity…art is undeniable. Every building, face, hand, tree and shoe has a story to tell, a lesson to teach, some grace to give. When these profoundly common moments hit, one deeply hopes the road is long and the pace is slow.
-Jonah