Age is just a number
Today, like yesterday, was a beautiful, weather wise. The temperature was in the mid 80s, the sun was shining, and the air was dry.
Two days in a row, I saw a hawk in my back yard. He was HUGE. The first time, he perched on the deck for just a few seconds before swooping down on his prey. It happened so fast, there was no chance to catch him on my cell.
Today, while I sat on my deck, he was perched in a tree not 20 feet away. His gray, white, and black feathers were unmistakable. I watched him for about 15 minutes while on the phone with a friend. If I tried to take a photo, he would probably have flown away. I mean, how many times am I going to see something like that in my lifetime?
But that’s not the only thing that wow-ed me. This afternoon, as I was driving toward the UPS store on a busy 6 lane road, I saw a huge, helmeted kid riding a shiny red bike with high handle bars on the sidewalk. He stopped and looked both ways at the driveway entrance to a church. I was stopped at a red light behind another driver who was also observing this . . . big . . . boy who . . . was (upon closer inspection,) a white haired, stoop shouldered, weather-ed faced, obviously renewed, older man.
beatific smile
Wait! There’s more.
On my way back, while I waited to turn left down the road that led to my street, I saw a “blue hair” on the corner, sitting on a traffic yellow colored Vespa, fiddling around with something in her purse. She pulled out her lipstick.
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