I get to enjoy my morning cup of coffee in silence today, and it's greatly appreciated. Normally there are 6 or 7 people piled into my office, talking. It's what I do. I'd imagine I'm keeping this art form alive, they tell me that my crew here is the only one that does that, every day. I have to admit, it makes me smile inside. Whether we're having a conversation about God or we're just clowning around, it's always interesting. You see, the old timers had more of a brotherly atmosphere, an actual union. They stood in the cold together for months on strike, there's a bond. I got to see the tail end of that, there were a few left when I started. So, I carry on what should have been left behind. I miss some of them old guys. There is always a pot of coffee on here.
I find that I am walking a little slower these days, perhaps I feel less of a rush behind me. I tend to tune that out anymore and its a good skill to have. I just move along at my own pace along people if they care to join me. Unfortunately not many do. People are sometimes way too caught up in everything going on around them, so much so that they can't even stop to have a conversation with someone. I actually enjoy talking to people these days. It wasn't always that way. I don't mind being stopped by someone in a grocery store because they have a question, it's good for me. It gets me out of my head if only for a moment.
Conversation is truly an art form. It requires just the right amount of give and take and the right questions and answers. There's something great in a conversation that flows seamlessly along, and even those awkward silent moments that aren't so awkward with good people. You can tell a lot about a person by how they react to those moments, and the conversation goes on.