Valencia, Spain
12 Dec
As I walked through the Jardin in Valencia, I observed. The people here are very active. They bike, run, walk, play with their dogs. It’s a great city and I would love to lay some roots here. On the outskirts, probably. Near the park. Somewhere.
There’s a guy jogging, fast-paced, headphones in and sunglasses on, with a cute unleashed white terrier bounding a few steps behind. The dog keeps up pace with the runner, almost perfectly. I wondered if they knew each other before this momentary intersection of worlds/lives, or if the dog was bored and looking for a companion to chase. I wondered if they were just moving at the same speed and in the same direction. I wondered if the dude trained the dog to run behind him, and was merely ignoring it.
Then, something just *CLICKED.* Something I keep forgetting to remember.
Something about the chance meeting of any souls in the universe. Something about what draws, pulls, and maintains these connections. Or, more specifically, what breaks, diverts, and changes the directions of the chosen paths? What is the grand master scheme?
Wish I could remember.
MRumianowski
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