Yesterday at the grocery store, I got to watch a grown man write on the condensation of the door to one of the freezer units.
Every now and then, I get to watch and incredibly private moment played out in public. I watched a women weigh herself at the gym one day. It was one of those old scales like at the doctor’s office, so just by the position of the one weight, I could tell how much she weighed, give or take 50 pounds. She took such care to move the weight and the look on her face was so intent. The weight was what she expected. There was no happiness or sadness.
