Intersections.
We all face them, we travel through, we make the wrong turn time and again.
There are so many, no one notices anymore.
They are insignificant seconds of a day filled with stimuli.
Every day dozens, if not hundreds of people intersect your life, my life, our lives.
We brush arms and offer an apology with a slight gesture, not realizing the effect of this one act.
We smile or frown at exactly the right moment, creating a wave in someone's day or night.
We don't give much thought to the chance meeting.
Meeting, greeting, watching, stalking, needing.
It doesn't matter where it ends.
It only matters where it starts.
Intersections.
We all face them, we travel through, we make the wrong turn time and again.
There are so many, no one notices anymore.
They are insignificant seconds of a day filled with stimuli.
Every day dozens, if not hundreds of people intersect your life, my life, our lives.
We brush arms and offer an apology with a slight gesture, not realizing the effect of this one act.
We smile or frown at exactly the right moment, creating a wave in someone's day or night.
We don't give much thought to the chance meeting.
Meeting, greeting, watching, stalking, needing.
It doesn't matter where it ends.
It only matters where it starts.