Strangers Painting

I was on a tourist bus traveling through Finland. The driver made a stop at a gas station in the middle of the night, and through the window, I saw them. I got off the bus and walked toward them, thinking they would run away. But they stood there, looking straight at me, confident and fearless. I felt joy, surprise, and a sense of connection. I thought they looked like wanderers who had accidentally stumbled upon the gas station at night. But for the rest of the journey, I thought that the real wanderers are us. We were the ones who built the gas station in the forest and came to visit them.