It’s the same walk at the same time each day. So it comes as no surprise that the same people can be seen each day. The runners and dog walkers are obvious. There are those who take the long dark walk down the highway to get to work, and those who are just out to grab their morning coffee. You don’t know their names, but almost always, you greet each other with a “good morning,” and as the weeks and months go by, you almost feel like good friends.
This woman is a mystery to me. Even in warmer weather, her face is nearly covered by a combination of hats and scarves, and her head is always down. She never speaks. She always carries this plastic grocery bag, and will stop many times along her way, in the middle of the sidewalk, to meticulously arrange whatever is inside it.