I remember sitting on a train from Glasgow to London. Another guy got on at carlisle and sat opposite. We got talking, and as we chatted we realised we had the same date of birth. Not only that, he was born in the same hospital.
On Christmas day in a state park near Las Vegas I met an elderly gent who told me his first job as an apprentice was to paint the house my grandparents would move in to.
I’m always fascinated by the people we bump in to in life. I don’t always (or often) keep in touch. I like the moments of passing and wish them well as they sail off in the other direction.
In my midnight walks I’ve noticed that most young people that I’ve passed have shouted hello from the other side of the street.
I don’t know who she was today. She was at her fathers grave. We spoke for a few minutes. I think she just wanted somebody to talk to about why she was there. It would have been easy to walk past. Even in this time of keeping distance between ships it was a good reminder that it can be important to say hello as we pass.