that’s all i want to see in someone’s eyes. but lately i haven’t seen it in my own. that explains a lot. i am trying to think of the last time i . . . something. something like helped someone i didn’t know in some way that is bigger than holding the door but smaller than saving the world or even the community or the train. something about making a difference spontaneously. something unplanned, something stunningly happy, something slightly magical.
perhaps my expectations are too high. or are they too low?