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.