Walking lets my mind wander and the other day I saw a leaf dance. First the leaf did a little jig, almost jigging in place. Then it whirled and then it dipped. For a moment I lost track of everything else. Then there I was dancing with an oak leaf. Suddenly I stopped and realized there were people watching.
I just went into the post office to buy a stamp and mail a letter. The postmaster behind the counter, in this small town post office in northern California, kept looking at me. I kept looking back at him. Suddenly he blurted: “You look just like my brother. He died last year. He was my best friend for over 50 years. You look just like him.”
Write a story about this experience or one that you have had that is like it. Perhaps we all look like someone.