Glimpse.

Once upon a time, I was in the ninth grade-- first day of high school-- riding on the school bus for the first time.

I was an awkward, silent kid.

A boy one year my senior sat next to me and almost immediately put his hand on mine which was resting on the top of the seat in front of me.

I was shocked. And sort of glarishingly looked up at him; he chuckled, backed off and apologized.

I will always remember this boy.

Every time I see him we always awkwardly turn away, for we only spoke during the acquainting of such a procession.

Today I saw him in the library and we both paused recognizing the other.

I looked away and my face probably went beet red. Even though I am brown, when I blush (which is not often) it is always noticeable, so my friends say.


I don't usually like sharing such personal stories of mine, but for some reason I felt the need to write about this one.

Who knows.

Maybe it proves that my life is at the least a little entertaining. Sometimes I forget about the little things in life. Don't. It drains out the excitement and beauty of it all.

Embarrassment is good for the heart and excellent food for thought. ;)