Subtle

I see the subtlety in things to a disturbing degree.

I see the betraying twitch of an eye in conversation or hear a change of inflection. I watch a snowflake falling through the bows of a tree while listening to someone speaking. I pick up on someone tapping their finger once, and I pick up on them tapping it again, and I see them chewing on the insides of their mouth while counting tabs during the morning shift at a restaurant.

A stumbling step through the snow. Brushing hair out of the eyes. A random cleft in the clouds. The branch of a towering pine tree, out of all those that it has to offer, swaying just a bit on an isolated breeze.

I need to remember this as a daunting strength, that we are here to receive the hearts of others.

 

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