On Halloween we hide our faces behind masks. But really our faces themselves can often cover up our true selves. Only bones never lie.
Where are you your truest self?
So much of the time we are just in transit, amongst strangers as we move as quickly as possible toward our known destinations. But if, as Nelle Morton said, “The journey is home,” then aren’t these random companions on the journey some small part of our family?
Has someone who you just met passing through ever become a friend?