Nine Yard Stare ⚡ «DELUXE»

That stare is not empty. It is overfull.

You have seen it in the grocery store aisle: a mother pushing a cart, her child asleep in the seat, her eyes aimed at the canned tomatoes but landing somewhere inside a NICU room from three years ago. You have seen it in the office elevator at 5 p.m.: a man in a tie, his face smooth, his gaze fixed on the closing doors, seeing nothing but the quarterly report that will get him fired tomorrow. You have seen it on a park bench: an old woman feeding pigeons, her pupils wide, watching her husband of fifty years disappear behind the oxygen mask. nine yard stare

“I’m back.”