“Where did you come from?”

I returned home from a walk with Winnie, and I got in the building’s elevator on the ground floor. The door shut, and it slid up to the first floor. The door opened, and a couple, whom I didn’t recognize walked in. They made some small talk to Winnie, before the man turned to me, and asked, “Where did you come from?”

It felt like such a weird - and big - question. Like, in life? Like, where did I move from? Like, where did I grow up? Like, am I even from this planet? 

“The ground floor,” I answered. “We like to get on down there.” 

“Oh, right,” he said. 

It’s a good reminder that there are some questions that are both expansive and simple all in one fell swoop.