The way humans synchronise themselves in perfect music with eachother when we all lifted our bags and moved them at the same time, in equal spacing on the back of the bus.
The reader for the love of the good book. The friend who I laughed with about sprinkling confetti on the carpet. The waves of hello's and how are you's from other students. The stranger (now friend) on the bus who invited me to connect with the Women's circle her and her friends organise. And for her soup recipe. The early present from my family in a shoebox that travelled all the way from England, so I can sense them on the holidays.
"We move as an orchestra of people
in different rhythms
I'm just learning
to sing here"