We wave to the lady in the boat engine repair shop. We have never spoken until recently, yet we've passed her shop on a daily basis for nearly 6 years  we pass small tokens of random conversation with the guys in the coffee shop  we shout out to the guys in the car shop, their presence in our day always smiling, always stopping to say hello, and include the children  we say hello to a dog we pass on the footpath  we stop to pick up random twigs, leaves, broken pieces of necklaces strewn over the road  we say thankyou when we get our change in the supermarket  we pass information for meetings and briefing sessions between us in the playground  they pick a small selection of flowers from the garden, some of them weeds, some of them very special orchids but all given just for me, because I was grumpy and they thought it would make me happy (they did)  we watch the cranes lifting supplies into a back garden  and finally we make lemon muffins rich in lemon scent and juice. Tonight we will have left over beetroot curry with pappadums and rice, maybe some plain yoghurt as well 
Random connections. Incidental touchings of life, people, moments. Things I like to tie together to become a map of our daily travels, and our movements through the neighbourhood. Recognition that we have a sense of place and purpose, sometimes brief, sometimes far more involved and that we involve ourselves with other people even when we think we live in isolation. I mentally track each day through it's course, broken down into time slots and schedules, and routes taken to get somewhere. It would make a great excercise in spatial use to follow our movements, how much repeats, how much gets traversed over and over, and how little the variations need to be to create a logue of difference to our lives.
Our own flight paths.