One of the more beautiful things I’ve discovered about sitting somewhere for a long time is that I begin to observe and deconstruct my surroundings. I often see, when I’ve been somewhere long enough, people who see old friends and the way they’re greeted when they see someone they haven’t seen for a long while. It’s a human quality; recognition, and a gift in my opinion. We see people, meet them, get to know them, have an impression or memory of them, then separate. When we reunite with them, the beauty of all that we remember returns and we greet them. I love when I see the happy reunions the most.