I don't talk to strangers. I don't say hello to random people, I don't look at their eyes, I don't smile. I live in a small town. I guess I could, but I don't. Maybe it's because I spent so many years working in dangerous neighborhoods. I don't want to draw attention to myself.
A few mornings ago, Stormy and I were out for our very early morning walk and there were four police cars and lights blinking, on the street. There was a young man seated on the sidewalk next to a big book bag. The police were chatting with each other. I was across the street but I clearly saw the young man, and wondered.
This morning we headed out and I was thinking about the chilly air, and Stormy and babysitting later in the day. I sing a lot when I walk Stormy, mostly to myself. I find each day comes with its own song. Not today, no song. I passed the usual row of stores, and saw the young man. He was standing in the door way of the shop I just passed, smoking a cigarette. I was startled but did not stop. I have no wallet, or phone, only Stormy. Was I frightened?. Not yet. We turned for home after Stormy's business was done. The young man passed me, walked by the big Church on the block, and turned to see if I was watching him.
I am thinking about this...this stranger on the street.