A familiar face, speaking of health concerns.
A newer face, interested in conversion, eager to tell a not-so-simple story.
Long-time regulars, reminding themselves in my presence to schedule the study session, order supplies for the children’s program, organize a special kiddush lunch.
The Shabbat morning service is like a trellis, a structure around which things can wind as they grow.
And all the people are like flowers, blossoming on vines, popping out through spaces in the trellis.
Afterwards, a long walk home along Sophia Street, past flourishing green vines and grasses, reaching towards the rain and the light.