Mind wandering aimlessly around the room, watching and
observing everything that is going on.
Alighting on a gentleman, named Tom, having gotten to
know him very well, enjoying his intellect and contented
laid-back personality, loving to converse with him on many
different subjects.
His mind prodding, poking, getting me to think about what
it is that I am writing, at times wanting to dig my heels
in yet not being able to, because he is continually pushing
my limits beyond what I thought they could endure.
Somehow he knows that my boundaries can be stretched
limitlessly in any direction and he entices my mind and
intellect where he wants me to go.
Interested in everything he gives me to read and think
about, asking me to write extensively on each subject to his
content.
Personally being a mentor, never judging, yet pushing intellect
to match his, with an expectant hope and promise of a smile,
a light shining in his eyes when I have lived up to or surpassed
his expectations every time.
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