No Explanation.

Every morning on the way to work I pass this old guy on a motorcycle driving in the opposite direction. I can tell if I'm running early or late based on where we meet. There's something I find very satisfying about it; seeing the same stranger day after day. I don't know. It makes me feel like a part of this place, or something mushy and emotional like that.

Today at lunch I went to the store. On my way back to the office, I passed the motorcycle guy. We weren't anywhere near our normal route, but it was definitely him. Same little motorcycle, same white helmet, same grey beard, same tie blowing over his shoulder.

It made me unreasonably happy. I grinned like a fool all the way back to the office.