Apropos of Nothing

I sit next to my friend at a meeting. We are at a big square table surrounded by people. The conversation is in full swing. I am finishing up my chicken salad, nodding along, writing down the occasional bit of information.

Then, apropos of nothing, my friend reaches out, folds her hand over mine, and squeezes it. I turn to her. She smiles at me.

And when tenderness comes unexpectedly, it can make you feel so cared for.

I return the two gestures: squeeze her hand back, smile.

And I hope she knows how much I care for her. And how much she's just taught me about the power of tenderness given apropos of nothing.

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