It is another beautiful day in GZ. The sun managed to shine through the high clouds (might be a little smog mixed in), there is no humidity, a gentle breeze, and so many things are blooming. I decided to walk to the river to read a bit and listen to birds instead of pounding, drilling, hammering, and noisy dump trucks.
There is a huge stone bench on the river walkway that is underneath a Bougainvillea arbor. It’s beautiful and one of my favorite places to sit and think, read, or watch the world go by. It’s probably about 20 feet in length so when a nice-looking man pulled up on his bicycle I wasn’t concerned that he was going to invade my space. He sat a respectable distance away and pulled out his newspaper. He also pulled out a pack of cigarettes but that was OK as I was upwind from him. He sat, smoked, and read his paper for about 20 minutes. I sensed him gathering his things so when he passed in front of me on his bike I looked up and smiled.
Punchline: He had donned a white, cloth breathing mask.
5PM – 79°