hugs

it wasn't the 4 course french meal. it wasn't the old friends. it wasn't the cute cloths or the hot shower. it was the random boy at the bar. it was the 3 hugs and conversation. it was the promise of passing our hugs, shared moments of global acceptance and soon travel that made the night. the promise to share our best selves, good vibes and john (halcyon) would say... "people would rather hug you that hurt you." that made my night.

i am once again grateful for random acts of connection, hugs and the promise to spread love where ever we go.

thanks, sweet david!