Incidental People

We are all, essentially, incidental people to others. We meet every day on the paths of the park – some walk with a dog, others – with ski poles. A cheerful couple, a tall man close to two meters, always in bright sneakers, with a tiny Spitz dog. Each has their own fate. And their own dramas, joys, stories. Sometimes these fates and stories intersect. Life is made up of such intersections.