There are two types of people in my world, apart from the
obvious that is.
There are those dog walkers who smile when they pass me with
my terrier, Daisy, and maybe even exchange a few words; and then again there
are those who steadfastly refuse to move the muscles of their face for fear
of…what, exactly?
Are they so insulated from the world we share?
But perhaps I shouldn’t misjudge them: they could be
reflecting on how to transform the injustices of our civilisation so that the
marginalised, the dispossessed, the isolated, can draw closer to the riches
that are there for the rest.
Or are they composing magnificent symphonies, designing
gardens, houses, clothes, or shopping lists, or are they just taking some
well-deserved “Me Time”?
Never judge.
But I am warmed by a quick smile or a nod as Daisy and I
hunch against the cold or run after a thrown ball (her, not me, for heaven’s sake!)
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