Each day of my weekend contained an expression of love from a community toward one of its members. One planned, one spontaneous; equally heartfelt.
I live in a city. My life is at times isolated. I suspect part of me is just fine with that, or I’d be elsewhere. Wouldn’t I? Other times, the world I exist in is disconcertingly small. I experience loneliness and a craving for anonymity in equal measure. Twice this weekend I was in a circumstance in which the smallness of this city was juxtaposed against its vastness. Ultimately I’m left with the reminder that we're all in it together.