Contact

I made eye contact with someone today. Probably by accident, since I tend not to court glances from strangers - usually I don't even realise they're there. Of course, in this instance, it wasn't with a complete stranger, only a near one - the misplaced gentleman I mentioned a couple of weeks ago. I still don't know where I recognised him from. And I suspect he's equally uncertain about me. But our eyes met, and he smiled at me. And come to think of it, I may even have smiled back. I might have considered stopping to talk, but given that we were traversing a busy road in opposite directions at the time there's a good chance stopping would have proved fatal.

But he smiled at me. I wonder what it all means. This whole eye-contact and smiling business is entirely too ambiguous for my liking...