Sometimes on the subway, I look at or listen to my “device”, like almost every other person in the car. But sometimes I look around at each person, wondering what their lives are like and were like, thinking that they were all little children once. We are all in this subway car right here and right now by amazing coincidence. And occasionally another person and I will make eye contact and we’ll smile. And very occasionally talk. Wow!

Sarah, thank you for writing this. I can’t imagine what you went through but am so glad that you have come out the other side. Wishing you small and large happinesses.

I do this sometimes (I did not think this up): Imagine that you are seeing something for the very first time. Imagine that you are seeing something for the very last time.