I took a walk to my massage therapist, and striding up the hill, a young guy in white shorts and tee rounded the corner and came towards me. He was running freely, at ease in his body, clearly enjoying the morning. As we met he looked at me and nodded a greeting. I felt good.
A few steps farther on, and two guys came running around the corner. They were talking together, took no notice of me. Okay, interacting with each other was fine.
This, I decided, must be some sort of group outing, maybe from one of the nearby high schools. Then came a poor boy, eyes down to where he was putting his feet as he plodded along, his face shiny with sweat and manifesting a slight expression of pain. I could relate, because that's how I would have been.
Last came a young woman. Cell phone welded to her palm, ipod buds plugged into her ears, she was totally oblivious of my passing, totally unseeing of the sunshine, the lilac and crabapple blossom, simply wrapped up in herself and her own, artificial world.
Number one was the best, for sure.
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