Nice (the dog) flops down at a shaded spot under a tree just past the intersection. We had not been out of our last shade for more than the length of a football field. It had been misty and overcast this morning. I knew his titanium plates must have been piercing. When weather fronts are moving in and when they move out is when my bones ache the most from all my injuries. I let him stop when he wants, most of the time.
I was listening to classical on my radio and taking in the blue sky peppered with big fluffy clouds when a man called from his car. He had just stopped for the red light. He asked what I was doing.
I was able to clearly tell him of my travels over these six years, my mother and uncle who are diabetic, my reason for beginning these walks. I explained how the message has refined from what it was to a simple message to walk. He drove off as the light turned green holding up a thumb and giving a positive nod with his head.
I could have talked to someone when I began these walks six years past for an hour and may not have put all those points down so clearly.
Someone once said, " if you can't write it on a 3/5 card you're saying too much.
Soaring in the shade at Zoar. Now I must get to Morrow...