Revisiting my moments

I'm finally settling back into my life after my furthest adventure, and with rich experiences, it’s the little things of the journey that stick with you every day. The things that you don’t notice sneak into your frequently visited memories. Like the man in the old town of Siem Reap, at night sat far away from the busy tourist stalls, his gentle warm light glowing the much darker side alley. His dog, and how vicious he should have been by looks, but what a softie he was. How we sat on his lounging sofa on the street, he brought me so many rings to try, all hid beautiful own silver things. And then, when I tired one on that was a little too small- the way he gently took my hand and pushed back the skin on my knuckle toward my wrist, and how essay the ring came off when he did. He didn’t know why more people didn’t know that trick, and how everyone was taking their rings off a little bit wrong. And now, when I take off the ring that always sits a little tight below my knuckle, the night pops up to me. For a moment, I go back along the still warm night in Cambodia, I sit with that man and I take his little lesson.