4:50 a.m. I walk. It’s 1608 consecutive (almost) days in a row, this morning daybreak walk at Cove Island Park. Like in a row.
I’m walking into a little wing of Helene. 61° F. Warm gusts of wind and rain. Pleasant. Quiet.
Six cars in the parking lot at this time. Hmmmm.
There’s a late model Ford pick-up at the front of the park, heads light on high beam.
After 4 years of walking on this same track, you notice. SS: “One of these things is not like the others. One of these doesn’t belong. Can you tell which thing is not like the other by the time I finish this song?”
I walk.
The pick-up follows me down the path. Head lights on high beam. I’m sure there’s some logical reason for this intrusion. I’m certain of it. Hackles up, irritated. Jon Stewart on The Daily Show: “F-k Off!”
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