I was looking through pictures of my friends on facebook tonight. Pictured are the good times people have shared for the world to see. Or maybe just to remind those involved. Stories hit me from every direction. I wanted to go to each of my friends and make them tell me the story behind each picture. I wanted to have been there in each story, to have experienced it myself. I think of the stories I would share with them. It amazes me how each of us is on our own little path, and throughout our lives our path crisscrosses with the paths of those we meet. I think about the same things when I’m people-watching. The airport is the best place to people-watch. I amuse myself by imaging the “back-story” of each person. Where have they come from and where are they going. Some people I would love to sit down and get to know. Usually, I walk around consumed by my own little world. Then, for a brief moment I catch a glimpse of all that is going on around me.
