Dear two people I passed this morning on the multi-use path down by the creek,
I find myself still thinking about you this afternoon. You wore sporty clothes, shorts and tank-tops that revealed an abundance of colorful tattoos along your extremities. You each carried slim packs on your backs. Both gleaming in the sun with platinum hair, you looked purposeful, driven, tautly strung like two bows.
That's the message your words sent, too. One of you said to the other who was fingering the screen on a personal device: "Let's go, honey. We're on the clock." To which 'Honey' replied (grimly, to my ear) while slipping the phone into her arm band, "We are now." Then you both ran off in the opposite direction I was walking.
To where? I wondered. And why?
Someone whose day was likely considerably different from yours