Passing: Headlights & Bicycle Shadow

Shooting a few frames on a neighborhood street, outside the entrance to a gym, I met a childhood friend, Joe, whom I hardly ever see these days. I must have appeared very oddball, but he didn't bat an eye, friendly as always. His mum is in a nursing home, as I'd heard. He apologised for not getting in touch after my mother's funeral, though there was no need, of course (once friends have drifted apart, all that's necessary is the odd nod from the passing ships). We exchanged cards anyway, and I did promise to call in on his mother, which I will.