The Ripple of Real Intimacy
By someone who finally gets it
Good morning.
I’m on my first cup of coffee, just me, on the laptop, and the house is still quiet.… before the texts start stacking and the to-do list starts tapping on my shoulder. I like this part.
Yesterday I spent time with a friend.
Nothing fancy. No plans scripted by Instagram aesthetics. Just two people, some music in the car, a stretch of road in New Mexico, and a conversation that kept evolving. Hiked down to a waterfall—one of those no-signal zones, where your phone becomes nothing more than dead weight in your pocket.