The True North dark hair dashing smiles

I just got on the #2 bus at balsam and you came on a bit before burrard wearing a black true north hat I was sitting in the back with an orange leather jacket vibrantly listening to music holding a yoga mat (hard to miss) You sat down and we made eye contact and smiled. A just as my intuition nudged to say hi, I turned out of some sort of habit. You had the most beautiful smile and a willing confidence to engage. I resisted and foolishly maintained my headphone shield. I kept wanting to say hi but felt I blew the moment and proceeded to just get over it by singing partly hoping you’d just lean over and say something Either to tell me it was nice or to stop lol I kept self contained, alas. My friend called and I was surely laughing extra as my containment for how cute you were was broken by the conversation. I though about you through the whole day and how I had become one of those closed off people that uses their electronic shield to block connectivity and I realized that because I didn’t say hi I catalyzed you needing to take out your phone shield and lock in on it to go back into societal hiding as we so often do and just before you were running off to work faster than I could have caught up to you I reflected on my cowardice and wished for the possibility that you’d walk slow to where you were going. I missed the mark for connection there but hope to find it here as who knows what would have been possible on a snowy Valentine’s Day had my own technological addiction not been indulged. The opposite of addiction is not sobriety but rather Connection. And without true connection we all just become hunched over screenfaces dull and lifeless. We can’t let this be the end of true humanity as we know it!. So I hope that you see this or find me somewhere in this universe with all of my colourful wonder so that I can see that gorgeous smile again and have that conversation I’ll be dreaming of tonight.

When: Thursday, February, 14 2019

Where: Cornwall