mosquitos don’t flinch. but i did.
On march 16th, Evan and I sit down for a morning coffee in Lisbon. We are on a side street off a Plaza and the day is chilly, and a bit rainy. I am facing the plaza and Evan is facing the storefronts to my right. I have a soft spot for cold drinks all year-round, so I order an Iced Coffee. Our coffees come and mine sucks wind. I try to make it better by adding milk, but it doesn’t improve.
Tables aren’t full, but people are here, and there.
Evan catches a glimpse of something and I hear him speak up.
“I think that man is having a seizure,” he says.
I turn to the right and follow his gaze. In front of a store, a man, is shaking. He looks homeless and poor, and might be both, or neither. He has a soda in his right hand. His body is shaking so violently that soda is coming out of the can. Other people are watching and waiting. Evan and I are about fifteen steps away from him. Close enough to make an impact.