Sometimes I just happen to peer out my window...and I see the clothes on the line, and they just sway in the breeze. Living their own life, flowing...following their own momentum. With the little white yappy dog next door, barking it's sweet little head off at our flag. I often wonder why that woman walks by our house every single day, pushing a baby coach, never taking a new or different route. And never taking notice of me. And never saying "hi." I guess it's easier not to. I suppose we are all just little insignificant pieces of this world...what does it matter? And what difference would it make to say "hi," and what difference would it make to familiarize yourself with just one more face?