A Starbucks kind of evening with Anissa. We reveled in the coffee-scented crepuscule sun rays, just talking about being women and dreams of living in a commune one day and potential presidential bids.
This lady challenges me, puts words to thoughts I haven’t even hatched, helps answer my many questions about how to make everything one. The world kind of makes sense when I chat with her. Chaser of epiphanies, we call her.
When I grow up, I hope to be even just a little bit like this lady.