手機螢幕太敏感，輕輕一觸，畫面就自己跑出來。也許是科技太殷勤，人還沒準備好，它就搶著反應。
兒子今天沒出院。鄉下醫院的節奏，慢得可愛，也現實得可笑——病房寬敞，單人房；保險公司願意付，醫院也樂得留人。
這在紐約，簡直是天方夜譚。那裡的病房像地鐵座位，一空出就得有人補上。
人生有時也像這樣。在擁擠的城市，你得快快康復、快快離開；
在靜謐的地方，反而能慢慢喘息。
隨便說兩句，也算是一種收成。
A Few Words in Passing
My phone screen is too quick to respond—
a touch, and it jumps ahead of me.
My son stayed one more night.
In a country hospital, time moves gently;
a single room, an easy pace.
In New York, every bed is a subway seat—never empty for long.
So it is with life:
rush in the city, rest in the quiet.
A few words in passing—still, a small harvest.
