Sharing the Moment

“There is no delight in owning anything unshared.”
-Seneca

Mater promised to call and let me momentarily listen in on the Tom Waits concert she will attend tomorrow night.
I think I can picture the scene as it will be: cell phone held high above the pattern of heads in the crowd, Mater wielding it like an urgent candle in the darkness, or a beacon to beam the crooner's voice all the way across the ocean so that I can share in my mother's noteworthy moment. I might be on the Subway train in Cambridge, or ambling along some street- and there Mater will be, the distance suddenly evaporating into the wind.
It is, as of now, only an intention and it might not, of course, work out, but just in case, I had better be wearing my sunhat, sunblock and sunglasses as advised regularly by my mother.
One can never be wholly free in a shrinking world- nor ever really alone.