Collateral Wisdom

Remember the days when we spoke through eyes alone? When limbs were too far, yet minds touched within the fabric's threads? Operations of Abuelo emerged best in silence amidst plate fracture and restorative dust.

Was it 7 or 9 years ago when we met through back alleys, meandering the Lebanon's autumn swerves until another lamp bade paradise pause? Listened to stories half told, yet always told again not in words but gesture essence.