What lives beneath

... ... she looks into my eyes as if trying to catch the image of a minnow that has darted across the pool of a limpid spring.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

This is our next bookclub book. For some reason I really liked that sentence, that metaphor. It captures the way it often is, when someone says something startling, strange, that could potentially mean something deeper than what you hear in the moment. You flash a look into their eyes, wondering if you will see this “minnow”, this fleeting glint of something living, swimming below the surface. Sometimes it’s already gone, and you can only you speculate whether you detect faint ripples, sometimes it was never there, but sometimes, just sometimes, you see it.