97. smile

This morning while walking home I was met by the smell of apples, that I could not localize, and a smile of an unknown woman. The only thing I could tell you about her is she had a silver cross on the chain. Which made me think that while I last days walked the streets of this small city rather many people greeted me and I now wondered if this is the usual fact of people thinking me familiar (it happens) but not knowing me, am I forgetting people I should know or have I simply spent too long time on the streets of big city last year whilst here people are still old fashioned and feel kinship with people they share street with and greet them. Of course I returned all greetings, but I did not originate them as surely in the big city I do not expect to greet anyone unless they stand in front of me and call my name. When does a group of people turn into fellowship? What does determine such feeling, is it the street you walk, experiences you share, knowledge, title, profession, interest, heart? Perhaps, a smile toward another human being does not require a cause. So, I smile today.