I love conversation that layers, bursting with possibility. Each of us casts our voice into the space between us, one line spilling over another, intuitively taking turns. I love knowing that my story won’t be lost. I will go back and pick up the thread I put down for a moment to listen to your dreams, laugh with you, follow your eyes towards the swoop of sparrows right above us, stand for a moment silent in the sun. This densely-woven tapestry doesn’t always suit, and so I also practice a more patient listening. I wait until my voice is asked for instead of jumping in, each piece of conversation laid down thick and rich, like a coat of paint that needs its time to dry.

From 100 Words: The Beauty of Brevity. Word prompt: interrupt.