Everyday I work with people who have had something major happen in their lives. There is a strange energy that comes from my job. I leave it behind on the bus or tucked into my book like a bookmark. When I get back onto the bus in the morning I open it up, take it in and ready for the day.
Sometimes there is a slight film, a bit of a residue from the day that stays behind. Lingers a while and brings just a hint of exhilaration or melancholy that stays.