10 collegiate minds crowding a table, prodding the ideas and thoughts of a wise theologian
he’s dressed casually, baseball cap, t-shirt - nothing externally indicative of his intelligence save for his knowing, aged eyes
he opens his mouth in between contemplative bites to slowly but articulately form answers to question after question
a dozen more conversations buzzing, alive in the adjacent room
a phone is allowed to ring - three, four, five times, Hello?
a young man sits at the piano and begins to play
so perfectly surrounded, so perfectly loved, so perfectly warm
the sound of togetherness, a saturday evening