Every morning as I drive west toward work, my paths cross with a slight Asian man, out for his early morning walk. Sometimes we're traveling the same direction, but most often, he is on his way back home as I am leaving mine.
Every weekday for more than 20 years, I've seen him. His hair, once black, is now grey and heading towards white. His posture is a bit stooped, and he walks quickly, no matter what the weather.
Every day, I wonder if he sees my Explorer, and whether he recognizes me as I recognize him. If I took a different route, would he notice my absence?
Sedum 'Autumn Joy,' on a downtown street
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