In honor of my bizarre elevator encounter recounted in the tweet below, today we’re going with an elevator photo for our #ThursdayTen from the photographer we can only believe is deliberately supplying us, “cottonbro.”
Using the above image as a prompt, write a ten word story.
When you find people who speak your language, hold on to them. I don’t mean whatever language you speak natively, that would be a difficult grip to maintain.
I mean your personal language.
People who take the ride with you when your train of thought goes off the rails. People who see humor in the same things, tragedy in the same things.
It’s rarer than you think.
It’s really what life is, largely, making connections. Some are looser than others, and some are longer than others. And sometimes, not that often, you find people who get you.
You can’t assume that everyone will, though maybe you’re one of those extremely gettable people, in which case you’re probably too busy getting your cult off the ground to read this. And sometimes that click is so easy, you feel like everything will be like it.
So enjoy it, savor it, and keep it when it does. And also have a great Wednesday.
The weather and I are moody today. It’s nice when that happens, when you feel like the whole sky gets it.
But then there are the juvenile birds soaring with the joy of their recently mastered flying I can see from my window and honestly, that’s not terrible. Around and around they go, just to prove that they can, like teenagers with shiny new driver’s licenses.
Maybe not all of the moods in moody are bad.
I’m into my second cup of coffee and I still wouldn’t call myself fully awake. I had the kind of dreams that leave you tired, crammed with details and actions. And here I am thinking sleep should be restful.
It’s quiet though, today, it seems like that endless construction is constructed, and the rest of the world is taking its cues from the heavy sky. Meanwhile, I think I’ll try to sort myself out, one feeling at a time.
Have a great Tuesday. I typed “Monday,” but I think it’s too late for that. Though I hope it was.