It’s a beautiful day. I'm sitting by the window and the air
is sunny and breezy. I hear birds chirp between sirens. The hum of fans. My shoes are off and I debate taking off
my socks to let my toes take a breath. The cat jumps next to me with her jittery,
darting glance chasing the sirens, birds and unseen wildlife. Waiting softly
to pounce something somewhere outside the screen window.
A horn beeps. Beeeep. Beep. Beeee.
I smell a cigarette. Someone sitting somewhere blowing out his
or her smoke into the sunbeam.
Ahh.
Yesterday, I went to Dunkin’ Donuts to pick up spring color
icing treats for my kid. They are called, Spring Sunshine or Loving Light or
something. I want to get the kid Boston Cream but mistakenly get a raspberry
filled chocolate heart. The kid hates
jelly.
There is a man using a walker. He is thin and sunken. I recognize him.
There is a man using a walker. He is thin and sunken. I recognize him.
For many years I have seen this man walking his Australian Shepard. The dog is white and gray but has an adorable black circle around
one eye but only white surrounding the other. The white eye makes the dog look
especially innocent and sweet, a dark eye peeping out of whiteness. The man has
good hair like a groomed movie star. Over the years I see him with Key Food
grocery bags. Sometimes he is with someone but mostly he is alone, with the
dog. I have seen him with a cane hobbling along. Our eyes never met so I
believe he has never seen me. I have seen him heavy with a bloated belly and I
wonder why he got fat.
Today I see him in Dunkin’ Donuts with the walker. He is thin
and looks beat up. I catch myself from staring. As if he would even notice.
After I purchase the springtime iced treats I look out the window and he is
hailing a cab. He looks unstable as he raises one arm, the other holding steady
on the walker. For a moment I want to go outside and help him but I stop
myself. I don’t look and he cannot see me.
Let's make the most of this beautiful day, since we're together we might as well say..
I've been thinking of him today. I wonder if I will see him again. I will recognize his dog. I know I won't miss them.
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