As the group gathered itself by way of a shared meditation, the person guiding it invited us to hold our own hands and picture us holding one another's hands. I closed my eyes and imagined us as a group huddled close together, breathing the same air.
I felt the heat and closeness of such a gathering.
I smelled it.
There is a pleasant animal smell produced by a close gathering of human bodies. For obvious reasons, I have not smelled it in a very long time. In that moment, I smelled it.
I must thank the leader of the meditation for that.
The Magic Eight-Ball says: "Giving thanks is always in order."
