Or, a lesson in context:

Very early this morning I decided to take a walk, so I got dressed and headed up the hill and down the gravel path and past the horse pasture and onto the paved road, in what I might’ve termed good spirits if my mind hadn’t been completely blank. For the first mile and a half I was alone with the music and the squirrels and a couple of these birds I’ve seen lately (Kind of heron-like? Storkish? Except brown, and in a field? Ornithologists?), but then I hove over an incline and spotted two people, one about 1/10th of a mile away, and another about 1/10th of a mile past that.

So the first coherent thought I had today was that if these two people and I were standing at 1/10th mi. intervals in another context, an empty airplane hangar, for example, we would have no choice but to ask each other what we were doing and what caused us to be there. But because we were all on this little-trafficked road in the woods in the morning we didn’t feel the need to say anything, we just gave nods of understanding as we passed.