I was walking alongside a street full of cars waiting for the light. A guy shouted, “Hey! I like your tattoo!” out his open window.
“Thanks!”, I shouted back, and spread my arms wide to show off the full spread of my wings as I kept walking.
A chorus of “Wow” “Oooh” “Holy cow” came from the guy and his buddies. I grinned to myself.
I didn’t know until that moment just how much I’ve missed those kinds of little interactions.