Sometimes when I sit with someone I sense that their eyes are not quite with mine.  Just missing the target.  And so there’s no real connection.

Lovely are the other times, when there is a quiet union of two souls … perhaps in joy, perhaps in despair.  Whatever is there is shared.

I have two paintings at home that show the second way.  Here’s the first:

There is a line of light between the eyes.  The compassion of one for the suffering of the other, and a silent “Thank you” in return.

I was walking by Izy Coffee yesterday.  I recognized the barista through the big window.  I waved.  She waved back.  There was contact across the metres.  A panel of glass couldn’t stop it.  Only five seconds.  And enough.

Here’s my second painting.  Also the line …

Simple … brief … profound

And needed