I resist finishing that sentence – with an adjective such as “smart”, or a noun such as “a traveller”.

But yesterday …

I went to a concert.  Seven teenagers presented themselves in song, plus one played brilliantly on the guitar.  They are members of an organization where adults share their love of music with younger ones.

One of the singers is also a server at Lloyd Coffee Eatery.  A few weeks ago, she invited me to last night’s performance.  I said I would go … and I did.

As I walked in the door, my friend’s eyes widened and she bounced a bit.  She started introducing me to her colleagues.

He is a writer

It’s the next morning, and those words still roam around in my head.  I’m lofty … floating … gone.

Is she right?  Yes.  That is what I am

…

Hmm … I wonder what else I am

I’ll try on a few for size:

I am a singer

I am a cello player

I am an athlete

(Okay, that one feels like a stretch)

I am a lover

I am a spirit

I am you

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I will let the words reside