Hidden Looks
I wrote something about this the other night and then deleted it. I do that a lot. Anyway, I’ll just leave the description of the event as it stands: a couple of days ago, in a place I didn’t expect, I found a look, a look in the eye in fact, that was once secretly left for me, and it made me happy. In the spirit of that, consider what was left not in reciprocation (because I hadn’t yet found the look when I left it), a retroactive form of reciprocation, a “back at ya,” if you will.