A drizzle fell as I took my usual morning walk through the neighborhood. It was a week day in September. I crossed the park and admired the geese. I said hello to ducks. The homeless encampment across the street from the park came into view. I counted two new dilapidated RVs, two more cars with duct-taped windows, another van that looked as though it had survived Stalingrad.
A One-mile Walk
A One-mile Walk
A One-mile Walk
A drizzle fell as I took my usual morning walk through the neighborhood. It was a week day in September. I crossed the park and admired the geese. I said hello to ducks. The homeless encampment across the street from the park came into view. I counted two new dilapidated RVs, two more cars with duct-taped windows, another van that looked as though it had survived Stalingrad.