I was walking out of the Post Office after mailing 'Skeeter Skidaddler to some folks who had ordered online. Out among the cars in the line up was a man pacing, talking on a cell phone. Without thinking, what I noticed first was his differences. He looked different. He talked different. He moved a bit differently.

Maybe we are wired like that. Maybe we learn it. Maybe we see others doing it and so we do it, too. We notice what is different in others. Maybe its their language, or their clothing, or their manner that we notice. The thought flickers across the inner fibers of our awareness - "different"

Something touched me when I over heard him say,
                       ..."I love you'"...

I walked on to my truck. The "different" impression fading rapidly...and I smiled at myself, having watched myself through the whole episode of these few moments.