Suddenly, you see them. They are so familiar. They are almost yourselves. Another couple with a toddler hiking. They are almost your age; a little too old to parent, a little too unique; too familiar.
They make a pit stop in the forest. You stop. The encounter is inevitable. She tells you their story; you look at each other in the eyes feeling that you know her and that she is disclosing a little too much; as you do and then you realize you must walk away in different directions never to be reunited again and knowing that someplace in the world others live your own story.