Today's outbound commute followed a morning of telecommuting, and the good weather drew folks out and afforded lots of opportunities for people-watching. Particularly memorable was a series of three young women. The first was pregnant, wearing a tank top with that second trimester glow, out for a walk and a smile. The second was a mother, standing in a shady spot, gently rocking a sleeping infant in a pram, back and forth. The third was walking a King Charles spaniel on a leash; the old dog was whining complaints that sounded like a baby's cry crossed with the squeak of a squeeze toy, and she was talking soothingly to it, coaxing it along on a walk it didn't want to take ("I'm a lap-dog, dammit!"). Return was mostly in the dark with lots of company, whose various lights and reflective gear on the unlit Minuteman evoked accounts of the bioluminence of the deep sea creatures dwelling in the abyss.
rod
Last edited by rholland1951; 09-28-11 at 09:01 PM.
Reason: oops