I’m a furnace,
perimenopausal,
in Florida
heat index: 126
Long to skip daily
walk, but it’s good
for heart, brain, soul
So I go. Then marvel
as a man, at least 70,
blows right past me
I’m walking, ambling
He’s running, sweat
pours, stains his gray
T-shirt. I hear smack…
smack…smack…
He’s high-fiving each
green lamppost as he
passes, unaware how
he, himself, scatters light
Photo by Sarah Cervantes on Unsplash
Paula, this is great! Moving all three; physical, mental and emotion. Beautiful