this morning #609.

this morning, the simple act of getting the opportunity to be here at this exact moment in this exact space with this exact group was in itself a thing of beauty. they were blessed. he tried to communicate this feeling to the rest of the room despite the persistent pings from the pipes in the ceiling. this space was supposed to be spiritual, a place where sharing stories led to release & understanding. it was his job to guide them along a path to peace but this atmosphere made that route rockier than it needed to be. dull yellow lights reflecting off the gray basement walls instantly imbued them with gloom. he’d have to hope his words of wisdom would cut through.