Somedays I go about carrying my book by hand rather than by bag. Today a beautiful woman asked me why not bring it with you by bag? Which took me by surprise. Normally I don’t get as much as a blink or a yawn. I wanted, to the best of my ability, to be honest. My response, as clearly as I can remember it,
“… so to carry what Im about, rather than having free hands to play with todays distractions; I carry myself, I bring with me into the present that which is, I bring with me what I am.”
Our conversation didn’t last very long, she had to get off a station before mine. It was nonetheless an insightful, short chat. If only these conversations could be more frequent.