We don't ask ourselves what they are thinking or what their lives are like. We just like those moments and capture these. Because we want them in our memories. And maybe those people are not strangers. Maybe we know them in other lives.The woman riding a bicycle could be our mother. The homeless man could be our husband. The girls who waiting at the bus stop could be our sisters, the workers on the boat our brothers. Maybe someday we know them again in this life or the life after. But right now we miss them.