Today I am Writing: On Reading

Today I was sitting in a getting-more-crowded space, waiting for a recital I was accompanying to begin.  I had brought my book, and was reading.

I was reading a short story that at first I didn't understand, and then when I did, I didn't particularly like. When I finished, I looked up with a snort of "huh!" and suddenly realized that

--so absorbed had I been--

I had lost awareness that there were other people in the room.

I mean, in terms of awareness, I had: Absolutely. None.

Which, was disconcerting.

But also, caused me to appreciate the art of story.

Maybe I didn't like the plot, but the story itself must be a win.