I had dinner in someone else’s house. Big deal? It’s been a very, very long, a pre-pandemic time.
At the end of an afternoon of a school board retreat, we kept sitting around the table, eating and refiling our plates, and drinking seltzer and beer. Our talking wound through laughter, through gossip, and musings.
Someone relayed the story of a long ocean voyage on a container shipping vessel, how the weeks at sea eroded any sense of time, until his life was simply water and ship and sky. We listened, in no rush at all.
Then, when we had talked ourselves out, we still sat there, unwilling to move, to break this quiet spell.
Rain fell; the sun shone. None of us ran outside to look for the rainbow. We simply sat.