Most people move through the day
as if the world were a background prop
to their personal drama.
But every shelf of groceries has a story.
Every accent in a checkout line is a continent.
Every face is a history book
that nobody has bothered to read.
As a teenager, I once thought the world lacked wonder.
Now I suspect it’s only our eyes that do.
If there is a secret to storytelling,
it is not invention but astonishment.
To see a stranger not as someone passing by,
but as a miracle passing through.