I met a stranger in the park and made a friend.
I didn’t think that happened in real life, but, well, there you go.
Sometimes songs find me when I need them, and sometimes perfect strangers do too. Apparently.
He told me that no matter what life throws your way, you’ve got to be “disgustingly optimistic.” He said it with a smile.
We talked there on the bench by the river for probably an hour, until the marbled blue above us gave way to moody grey and the rain came for our cameras.
I’m not sure if he’ll ever really know how much he helped me that day.
He gave you some good advice for sure. Glad.
Did you ask him why there were only one set of footprints in the sand?