I was just passing by in my home town and had the most improbable encounter, this lonely old man in a bench.
We exchanged a hello and a how are you today? but I know he wasn't being as candid as I was.
But the whole thing just got me thinking about growing old and growing lonely, and it is sad, just so very sad.
It also made me think of all the weird encounters that I had in my home town and of the me I was back then and how I miss some bits of it. Nothing's the same anymore; not that this is bad, on the contrary, this is life!