I held the door open for an older woman carrying two tote bags full of books out of the library.
She said, “The sun’s nice. If only it were 40 degrees warmer!”
“At this point, I’d take 20.”
“True! Don’t want to get greedy.”
And that was that. We went to our cars. I cranked up the heater.
A big part of being taught how to write is all about removing unnecessary conversation. Trimming “shoe leather” from scenes.
It’s common for people to say they don’t “do” small talk, or that they’re uncomfortable with it.
But some days, I really like small talk.
It’s almost always about something directly in front of the two people having the conversation. It’s a moment of shared presence.
We could have absolutely nothing else in common other than both being at the same place at the same time, but we’re taking a moment to acknowledge that.
We are here. We’re here together.