There’s something beautiful about living in a growing city. The mystery that it is to walk alongside strangers, passing them as you continue on your way – becoming a part of their life for a brief moment. Strangers to you, yet the loved ones of others. Strangers, each with their own story; a story that wishes to be shared with the world. Strangers, each with unique and complicated lives – beautiful lives – that you get to be a part of if even just for a passing second. There is something beautiful about all of these people, these breathing souls that we have labeled as strangers.