At the coffee shop (to which I have returned since I want to be outside at a place that feels comfortable) there are eight people (not including the staff). Seven people are doing something on their laptops. There is one man sitting with a cup of something hot just staring out the window. My first instinct is to ask him if he’s okay. Then it occurs to me that we are so used to being busy, or filling our time, that just sitting seems to indicate that there is something wrong. But maybe he is the healthiest one of us, taking the time to distill the ideas and thoughts and emotions in his head, and not merely adding to the pile or ignoring it.
And, then I saw the screen of one man sitting near me, it seems to be of football scores. Maybe I need to ask him if he’s okay?