goldfish baby.

I saw the most adorable little girl in the metro today. For half an hour i had
lost all my purpose. Beautiful morning, indeed.

Iranian parents she had. Big-beady eyes she gleamed. Talking to her was like
talking to a goldfish. Her eyes wandered away for a bit then came back asking for
more one-way conversations. She nodded. She grinned with her thumb still
conveniently washing her throat.

She liked me.

I could have easily sat with her for hours. Playing. Sculpting. Mimicking.

I just wish i had asked for her name.