I feel inspired. Inspired to write about the man in line who I do not know, but I do know. Friends, strangers, & self. So well acquainted as a seamless stich. I smile. Hand touches arm. The endearing laugh of an unfamiliar sound, but I hear you so well. Faces around turned and gauged in. Gravitation pull, loneliness lost in the open. Closed by the proximity of our spaces colliding. Today, a stranger saved me at the sound of hello.