pass

i missed walking on pavements in america. they use cars more and don't pace the streets, as much as folk do in other countries. imagine you're walking along a pavement and someone, a stranger is coming toward you, you stride left to avoid a collision, but they head the same way. you both hesitate and step to the opposite side, simultaneously. then back, and sometimes back again, as if you're trying to waltz your way around one another. you smile at one another and you've made a connection. those are the moments in life that gently thrill. i missed that; the awkwardly innocent human exchanges.