There's something wonderful about connecting with strangers. They are all different & special in their strangeness. I always feel kind of buoyant after looking into the eyes of stranger in the street or sharing a smile with a woman sitting across from me on the subway when a funny performer is in our car. It's one of the basic needs of humanity when you boil it all down. Our web of relationships surprise us often times. Like when the person you strike up a conversation with in the bathroom line knows your childhood friend. It makes me wonder if these are coincidences, or if fate puts people in our path allowing us to make reason out of the chaos of everyday life.
We all connect in different ways--a smile, shared frustration, a helping hand. Strangers are only strange until you realize they are the same as you. You just don't know their name...yet. Some say New York is a city full of strangers, and that's ok with me. It just means more surprises and adventures await.