Tuesday June 5, 2018
The Other Side
I walk the sea wall in the morning. No matter what the weather. No matter “June-uary”. No matter. I wear layers because sometimes the sun comes out and sometimes it starts to drizzle, or hail, or gust. I whisper mantras and sometimes walk ten or twenty steps with my eyes closed. There are joggers. There are dog walkers. There are old couples who don’t need to speak anymore. They know what each other are thinking. I walk alone. I used to run when the twins were young. I’d push them in their double stroller. They’d usually fall asleep.