It takes the smallest of things sometimes to shoot us into a mood or an attitude.
This time, it was an accent that shook me down.
This evening, the comedy station was playing, and an Australian comedian spoke for a couple minutes or so.
Only halfway through his couple hundred seconds, I was pulled helplessly and hopelessly into a desperate desire to be around a specific friend of mine, who is Australian.
I have multiple Australians in my friend store, one could say, but this one in particular shot to the top of my mind, wrenching my stomachs into an empty ache of longing just to hang out with and chat nonsense with this particular friend.
Crazy sometimes how these things happen, isn’t it?