We Passed Each Other When the Sky Was Pink
“I saw you for maybe a second or two.
I’ve read missed-connections before and wondered why people just didn’t say something then and there. Now I understand… perhaps it’s because the moment is extraordinary; containing a fullness of its own… and the thought that this person across from me is not a part of my everyday life, and at any second will disappear, didn’t even occur to me… it seemed that we were in whatever it was together, and that sort of connection rarely, if ever, happens between strangers, so my mind was a little slow on registering that there would be no “some other time” if neither of us asked for the others phone or email.
Now, hours later, the ripples created by those few tender seconds still gently rock something within me…and I become a missed-connections poster.
Would you be interested in having tea or going on a ride?”Tuesday, March 8, 2011
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-VIA the lovely Sophie Blackall and her incredible site/book/blog Missed Connections.
“Messages in bottles, smoke signals, letters written in the sand; the modern equivalents are the funny, sad, beautiful, hopeful, hopeless, poetic posts on Missed Connections websites. Every day hundreds of strangers reach out to other strangers on the strength of a glance, a smile or a blue hat. Their messages have the lifespan of a butterfly. I’m trying to pin a few of them down.” -Sophie
