Meeting Komi After School Work -

Walking home, I realized how much the ordinary world had changed—shrunk into details I hadn’t noticed before. The sky seemed less like a generic ceiling and more like a conversation partner—nuanced, shifting, full of subtext. I had thought meeting Komi would be an exercise in charity, a lesson in sympathy. Instead, it became a lesson in humility. She offered me a different pace: slow enough to notice the way light moves across a page, loud enough to show that silence, too, has a voice.