Intersections

Walking to work this morning, random sighting of Alice, C's beloved 1990 Acura Integra. At times I believed, and definitely near the end, tha he loved that damn thing more than me. Second time in the past few months we've crossed paths travelling to work, last time it was on the Gardiner of all places as he flew past me & waved.

Perhaps that is what we are meant to do - speed past one another, periodically, as a reminder we’re in motion. On paths that will dissect in random ways both unintentionally and maybe at some point more intentionally – to remember what we came from and to fill each other in on where we’ve been since, where we are and where we’re headed.