this morning #2182.

this morning, the elderly man sitting alone on a park bench squinting as the sun reflected off of his face meant something profound, i suppose. a statement about the safety of old age. probably. if i was to ask him how that moment felt, he’d lean back, think about it for a second & say “well, son. the sun didn’t always shine so bright but you know what? i quite like it.” he might say something like that. no way for me to know though. not without asking. i don’t want to spoil his mood. he looks content. wouldn’t want to intrude. i bet he’s lived an exciting life. looks like it. now he’s fancy free. able to relax on a park bench all day if he wants. unbothered. calm. in his twilight savoring sunlight on his face…at least i hope that’s the case.