January 26, 2024:
Geezers in the sandlot. F-250, cowboy boots. Steering electric toy cars with radio remotes.
Homeless on the trolley bench. Asks for a cigarette. I'm sorry bro, I don't smoke.
Boys on bikes, coming toward me on the bridge. As they pass, one smiles and nods, lighting me up for one short heartbeat. At least I don't scare everyone.