Arting
A train
A woman returning home
A man in search of an 18th century frame for hist latest exhibit
A delay
A question
A placing away of gadgets
A conversation ensues and smiles exchanged
A connection
A sandwich and some IPAs
A discussion of beauty and that which we deem art
An ice clinking glass of scotch
A change in body language
A sharing of beliefs and the stories that we take ourselves to be
A return ticket changed for the later train
A walk in the rain
A stop at a frame store to meet the intended goal of the day
A spontaneous decision to spend the early evening with the woman's aging parents
A sharing of family stories while jazz plays in the background
An automatic infusion of warmth, curiosity, and joy
into a home that's been covered in a haze of "Is that all there is?"
A cigarette shared between the mother and the man.
A laugh, some tears, and understanding exchanged outside overlooking what the mother has deemed her version of the French countryside
A holding of hands and a shared look of recognition shared between the woman and the man who just hours before were strangers falsely amusing themselves with their devices
A sneaking in of a soft kiss in the hallway
A somewhat tipsy car ride back to catch the 8:40pm train
An embrace another kiss
A parting of ways
A last glance of the man with the frame on his shoulder
A frame that will one day hold a painting which the onlooker will naively mistake as art
Little will they know that what the frame truly contains is the art of present living
