Recording to me

Previously

…I typed a reply: ‘Thank you. I am still learning how to write, but I share most of my thoughts on my blog. The link is in my profile. I would be honored if you read them.’ I hit send and put the phone away. The bus rumbled on, carrying me back to my life, my writing, my data structures. But something had shifted. The array of my heart had grown by one element. And for the first time in a long time, I was not afraid of what the new data might bring.