The Space Between.

Like a game of pass-the-parcel, the music stopped, as if intentionally and there they stood. Side by side. The parcel, now in each of their hands and whole-heartedly, they completed the task. Upon completing the task, for a splitting second, it was as if their eyes did what no other part of your body could do. To touch one another’s longing heart.

Yes, I write of people around me. :)

Spicy HotPot Here I Come!