Marrick rides again

I did some traveling this weekend. The bus I was on was sold out so a girl wound up sitting next to me. She immediately started up a conversation. Normally, I would been keen on something like this. I like meeting new people. But considering the night before this I had slept (or rather tried to sleep) at the airport, I was a bit less than enthusiastic. She was going to visit a friend of hers who was studying at Cornell University. She talked... About her boyfriend... About her parents... About taking over her fathers company if she graduated college with a 3.7. I told her that about where I was going. What show I was seeing... Who I was going to see... Like in that exercise in we did in that first day in Tony's class I thought of somethings that I could tell her about myself that related to what she was telling me. What was interesting about the conversation was the more tired and the more my need to sleep invaded the conversation the more I found myself looking out to the mountains that where passing outside my window. As the conversation went on I drifted into a third circle of attention at first just physically. I was still talking and listening. But after awhile I started talking about the trees. And how autumn was how I wanted my waning years to be. I didn't want to like shrivel up but rather expand into to many colors and be really happy with grandkids and a family around me that makes me beam with happiness. After this I went to sleep and woke up once it was time for me to get off. Looking back. I realize that I unpacked a Chekhov metaphor right there on the spot and did it in the circle of attention that corresponds with the future. I sounded like Vershinin talking about how we live our lives in the hope that our children's children will be happy. Interesting moment on the bus!