...y al ver la realidad...

Looking around, wondering where's the reality in what I'm seeing...

• Is it in the frantic scrabble for the best dances we can possibly get?
• Is it in the moment of kindness when someone hiding behind tears in a corner of the room is given a cup of tea, a biscuit, a hug?
• Is it the guy frowning because this tanda is too modern, too scratchy, too loud?
• Is it the people peering through the window, shopping bags forgotten in their hands, wondering what strange world they've stumbled upon?

Of course, thinking about it later, reality is none of these things.  Reality is the rock that we stand on while we try to touch the ephemeral.  It's harder to get a grasp on the latter.  But it hurts less when you hit it.