I was at yoga tonight and I noticed that the girl sitting next to me had a tattoo on her forearm. It read, "Even the wind chime must fulfill its purpose."
She saw me reading it and smiled.
"My grandmother used to say that," she said.
I reread it. I then closed my eyes and tried to memorize each letter, each curve, and each slant of the tattoo. I should have said something back to the girl; it would have been the polite thing to do. But instead I just kept my closed until the class started.
I'll never forget her.