mirror.

I watched as he behaved in a way that was entirely familiar to me. He took a seat on the couch, slightly behind the group who was seated at the table and engaged in a lively discussion over morning tea. His eyes moved from one person to the next, depending on who was speaking: he was evidently paying close attention to what was being said, despite not partaking in the conversation. I saw so much of myself in him then, as if I had been looking at my own reflection in a mirror; he was in this moment as I was: the quiet listener, the outside observer.