The gaze

I am sitting in my favorite café. Across from me sit parents with their daughter, who is sitting in a stroller. She explores her world with her gaze.

The little one looks at me. She seems to be smiling. And she touches me deeply. I have the feeling of being seen. She even seems to know something that I don’t know right now. And I don’t want to look away. This toddler (infant?) understands everything there is to understand. And she is probably a he after all.

In my ears I have Kismet / Wisdom Choice. It meets me right where I am.

The father looks at me while he seems to be in conversation with his partner. Strictly speaking, it is the same gaze, or even the self same gaze? I mistype this word several times. So not the self same gaze (mistyped again).

He is not aware of all the things he doesn’t know right now. Wait: who?

I order another flat white and decide not to remember it today.