This morning, I stood by the lift in my apartment building. My foot was tapping the floor, and I watched as some dust floated in the sunlight. It is normal to wait here every day, but today I noticed how quiet it was. Everyone waits with their mouths closed, sometimes looking at their phones, sometimes just thinking.
While I waited, I had a small discovery. I realized how much time I spend waiting for the lift. It is a simple part of city life, but it shows how close we all live together. We stand side by side, not talking, but sharing the same wait. Maybe, from tomorrow, I will try to say hello and use my mouth for something more than just yawning or sighing.
For people in the city, little moments like this are easy to forget. But when I pay attention, I see how much we all have in common, even when we are only waiting for the lift.
