A very thin man with a long-ish white beard walking and pulling a small oxygen tank. I've seen him pass by Mom & Dad's house before when I'm here with Grandpa. Yesterday he stopped and spent some time blowing his nose and wiping his face with a few handkerchiefs or large Kleenexes. I wondered how old he was. What is his story? Does he have AIDS? Cancer? I admired his strength and persistence in taking regular walks, especially in cold weather.
One of those big flashing traffic signs that finally explained why some stoplights had been flashing for a few days: "TRAFFIC LIGHTS...FLASHING YELLOW...FOR STUDY." Good, I thought, I hope they're studying the people in front of me who keep stopping at them! Since when did Wichita become a city full of overly-cautious drivers?
On the trial cable channel, a teenage boy (the defendant? a friend of the boy who was killed?), lower lip quivering as he listened to the prosecutor give his closing argument in the murder trial, sitting directly in front of a man, head back, sleeping with his mouth open. So near to each other, yet at that moment, so far apart.
A swan sitting in the grass along a city street between the curb and a sidewalk.