Water

I was sitting in an Italian bakery in Lima, awaiting a very late flight.

The older man next to me was so engaged in conversation with his friend that I felt uncomfortable being on my phone.

How was I going to shrink into a screen with such relationity on display?

I started to cough mid-bite of my dessert. In an instant he looked over and offered me the glass of water on his table.

“Take this, I haven’t touched it.”

I immediately did.

And the crystallized humanity cut through my whole social universe.

I walked the street after, eyes wide. I was still recounting it to a friend after arriving in Texas.

How many days of tension does simple humanity generate?