Each person has a story (or several), and at that moment all of their stories involve standing on that corner waiting to cross the street. Can you imagine how many movie plotlines, how many novels would be written with that point in the timeline, each novel just as important as the next? And where does each timeline peel off from this moment of synchronicity and snake its way toward its own destination? All I know is at least one of those stories includes looking across the street and seeing a stranger (me) with a camera.
