Among the lighter elements of this
catharsis—a few lessons I’ve learned--I have seen:
1) The silhouette of a family of Dad,
Mom, Boy, Girl—trailing into the sunset, fishing poles over their shoulders.
Lesson
learned: There are still whole, complete families
out there. Maybe it is still an attainable dream.
2) A middle-aged woman in blue denim overalls, hair a mess, on a very quiet, out of the way trail, dabbing her eyes as she walked.
Lesson learned: I’m not the only one
crying.
3) Children running unchecked in the dog park—possibly
through waste and mess and at the mercy of all unleashed dogs.
Lesson learned: Some parents really do
not get it.
4) Unfamiliar dogs approach each other—stand stiff, look to the side, sniff each other, wag tails, then nonchalantly continue down the trail.
Lesson
learned: Be polite, even when out of your comfort
zone—but be wary.
And just from my own experience: chewing
gum while running requires sticking it way back behind your teeth when close to
the creek. Gnats travel in big ol’ swarms, and believe me, when you have to
take a breath in the middle of one, you really don’t want a wad of gum in the
middle of your mouth!
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