Space carved out

It was Wednesday, one hour squashed between other hours and another appointment in a week filled with appointments. In the room, I and my ESL student, whose name is Karma, worked side-by-side on our own copies of the reading. The door to the hallway was closed. Through the wall, we heard a muted piano and, etched on top of that sound, a soprano voice. I counted 12 chairs around the table in our tiny room, and a chalkboard filled one wall and a window another.

view from room 4-146, Wednesday 11-10-2010 @ 10:55am

This was silence. This was luck. This was like the world saying, Be here now.

The hour was long enough.

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