Dancing with Strangers

Comfortable exchange among strangers weaving non-standard webs of encounter. Normally the dance of acquaintance irritates. But not this day. This day I delight in the serial introductions and find myself light of foot. Less at stake maybe. More at stake maybe. A freedom to be me and the space to receive you. I want to hear your story, and can do so without your story being a judgment on my own. Disparate journeys, voices, and perceptions dwelling in the same space, breathing the same air, building the one world entrusted to us with the one chance we have before us. We do not pass this way twice. May I have this dance?