Sometimes It Just Happens

There was something about him. A certain calmness, a certain warmness, like someone you would be comfortable with from first meeting. I never once spoke to him, but I felt comfortable with him nonetheless. I could not even start to explain it, but there was something about his aura, that keeps me at ease. In a sea of strangers that I ride the bus with everyday, it was nice to have someone you’re comfortable with, even someone you do not know. It makes you feel less of a stranger.