Do you know someone the way I know her?

The real ‘knowing’ starts much before we think we know someone.

Photo by Cristina Gottardi on Unsplash

The scene in front of my eyes is something like this —

A great square of white light that is a window in an otherwise darkened room hovers in the darkness about ten feet from me. I stare at it, expecting something. What or who? That I don’t know. What I know is only…