I sit at the table and look around me. Food is being shoveled into mouths, forks are scraping against plates; the sight and sound of both send a tingle down my spine. I crave quiet, order and carefully grafted displays of etiquette. I see before me none of those things.
I see chaos. I hear noise. I cringe in the face of forgotten manners.
But mostly, I forget that those things don’t define this moment. My attitude does.<