Here.

There is a quality I admire in certain people, people who can sit by a window sipping hot tea in the morning, people who can be quiet. An expatriate bundled up in a small apartment, in a cold, always-winter country. A mother who thinks deeply as she rides the bus on her way to pick up her kids from school, ipodless. A grandfather who sits on a bench, waiting for nothing, just watching. A friend who quietly crafts at her kitchen table, content with the rhythm of her hands. This is engagement - this ability to seep into a moment and soak in the light of a room, the tick of the clock. There is no rushing, no racing towards the future, no frantic mind-games of anxiety, only now; that's what I'm here to write about.