Droplets

Not much popping into the mind tonight. Just the phrase droplets to describe how I can feel at the end of the day.

Droplets frozen on the skin.
somewhat invisible from the long day that has been spent at work and traveling back and forth on 6 buses and on foot.
Not one to sweat. one to work hard and climb hills of effort.

careful in how I dance on the road so not to grab a stone underfoot
yet bumping into cubicles and walls when not looking forward.

Lesson learned; look forward and down at the same time without seeming like a duck.
And to enjoy life also and treasure each moment. especially after hearing that one of my favorite sports anchors with a good narrators voice=Bill Gonillo died at the age of 44. Which is my age also.

Peace to his family.