Hot Pink

I smile and wave at the cars that move over for me, and I say good morning to the folks walking/riding/occasionally running.
This morning, those people really made my happiness swell. I've had a rough week, and I remember how life just cycles, how we are who we make ourselves and, not who we end up being.

I ran past an old viejo on his right. He turned first to see what was coming, then I smiled and said good morning he responded with "Si, bueno". I had the chance to soak up his countenance then "Este es un beuno dia por corriendo" (I hope he understood) He turned the corner using his cane and tilting his hat. My usual wave is responded to casually, I almost didn't wave to the next car.. when I did, an older man of African descent leaned in, looked right into my face and waved all the way to his elbow. I want to remember these moments forever.

The sun makes hot pink!