I met Brandon on the streets of San Francisco. Ella and I were walking downtown, and I saw him pass wearing a brown jacket and pants while casually holding two cigarettes in his mouth. Standing out against the tan clothes and skin were the most striking blue eyes. They reminded me of the eyes of the refugee famously portrayed on the cover of National Geographic . Stories were behind those eyes which stopped me in my tracks. I saw a prince of the beatniks, Garrett Hedlund's Dean Moriarty in On The Road, wandering the west. However, our crossing paths moved us in different directions, until after leaving the bathroom of a Starbucks, I saw him again. Seeing this as some divine sign, I followed him for a few blocks then flagged him down to tell him what I thought. He chuckled at the compliment and we walked for a ways. Conversation flowed smoothly, reaching depth and expanses beyond small talk and probing themes of life, loss, family, and the structure of humanity. We stopped in a park to rest (I offered to carry one of his bags), and we enjoyed the shade and light breeze. While he wanders on, I hope to see him again one day.
Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies…we cross, criss-cross and recross our old tracks like figure skaters. David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas
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