We round yet another bend
So the route goes:
right, left, left, right, right <straightaway>, left, wiggle-waggle, right, left, right, left, woggle-wiggle, left, right, left, riiiiiiigggghhhht, left, right
Sometimes as writers, we’re able to recreate our daily commute in our minds
No description, none needed. It’s there, I promise.
Such is the nature of routine.
Usually it’s Rhino behind me, silent as usual. Lost in thought.
He does that.
We’re on the home stretch of our daily route now, and a bit earlier than usual due footie practice.
And despite the early hour, this spot is hopping.
On the left, the Qigong practicioners, following the lead of the grey gentleman. He tends to bark out orders, pushing his crew to find balance, to move in rhythm
I wonder why he’s so loud, so early in the morning. But his crew responds, and moves
In harmony.
On the right, it’s zumba class. Every morning, mostly women, shaking and waking their thing. Moving in harmony.
In unison.
It’s common here, this sense of ‘we’, not me.
A commitment to being, being well, and above all
being together.
There is joy in these streets, goodness, and wellness. And I’m grateful for a chance to pass it by
without letting it pass me by.
Get Up Eight 
Hi Radutti,
I LOVE this poignant post. Thank you for sharing it. That sense of “we,” not “me,” really struck me. I think we need a whole lot more “we” here in the States. Isn’t it interesting how when we live in another country, we get to know ourselves in a way we cannot at home? I’ve been fortunate enough to live in Chile and Japan and each time I had countless realizations about myself, attractive and unattractive, that I would not have had otherwise. I remember leaving Japan and stepping on the plane, a US carrier who no longer exists, and not even being on the plane for five minutes, and thinking, “People are so loud and rude here.” And I wasn’t even back in the States yet. That’s how striking the difference was.
Thanks again,
Kate
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“There is joy in these streets”
And how well you capture the inner thoughts of being there
Kevin
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Radutti, it’s fascinating to see the route you take with the grey gentleman barking orders and the zumba, with the women “shaking and waking their thing.” So much truth here: “It’s common here, this sense of ‘we’, not me.” I wish we were more like that in the U.S.
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We are moving with you, enjoying the community spirit around you. Your words create pictures and scenes for your reader. The whole slice is a hook, I feel like a tourist reading your slice. Thank you
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