Thursday, September 29, 2016
That strange moment where you’re standing at the pedestrian crossing next to someone you’ve never formally met and who’s ultimately a complete and utter stranger, but you’re holding a box of magazines with his son’s face on the front cover.
Should I say something?
I imagine only an introvert worries about such things.
About this photo: I delivered my box of magazines, then returned to the spot right next to where it happened and thought about it for – probably – a little too long.