Watched the inside of a living heart today

Not on a screen—on the table, live. The whole room went quiet, the way it does when you finally see what you've been feeling for. I've done this a thousand times and I still forget: the heart doesn't ask your permission. It just keeps going. That's the whole lesson, I think. Showed up at 5am for a coffee afterwards and the city smelled like rain and diesel, and I thought—yeah, this is the job.