So this guy was walking up the street with his orange and red ensemble. He stopped here and there to stare into my neighbors’ recycle bins as he meandered up the sidewalk and then stopped on the corner of my drive.
He stretched and walked across the driveway … back and forth … about ten times. He stopped to mess with his shoelaces and then stood there bent over, with his sweatpants hiked up just enough to stare at his shoes for about a minute. Like a statue. Motionless.
Finally he stood up and put on the white cotton work gloves he was holding, mulled around the tree for a little bit and took of jogging.