i miss the late night banter that would rock me to sleep. watching the words scroll by. intimate, yet public. fresh and witty. supple and warm. strangers becoming friends during logged in minutes, which without notice could become hours. 

a fellow chatter characterized what was going on as jazz. could have been a pick-up line, but his characterization holds merit. language has a rhythm, a sensuality. a cool medium that burns hot. each instrument listening to and playing off of one another. an assortment of talents and sound, building from where one left off, then back to the note or chord someone had shared for another to improvise. to inspire. 

i miss being able to sit back to just watch the exchange. interspersed with a charming whisper with a friend, here and there. being part of this community i've found myself contributing more to keep the scroll active, which is not my nature. 

be the change you want to see in the room...