There’s an old man struggling to walk on the sidewalk. Mentally challenged, I gather. Everyday he’s out walking, at the same time and at the same pace. Struggling with himself. It’s not the most pleasant sight, and I keep wondering why he’s not being taken care of. But at least he’s getting there where ever he goes.
The hummingbird came back a couple of times today while I was mindlessly watching the garden. At one time, it zoomed in, turned a couple rounds, hovered and then graciously bowed over towards me, like if it just finished playing the second act of an important Broadway musical.
Naturally, I applauded.