paths cross.

It is a very free feeling to be traveling—seeing the world... by myself. It is beautiful, peaceful, solitary and accelerating all at the same time. I love walking along, then randomly and suddenly find my world has collided with that of another pleasant soul—we share and interact for a day or so, sharing stories, dreams, hopes, fears and laughs before we move forward in our own solitary trajectory.

I wonder, will I recognize these faces when I reach Heaven? Will we sit beside a river of crystal and recount the details of our lives that took place after we parted ways? The thought intrigues me.