Saturday's Exercise

It's desperately mushy out, and grey. A number of people are hunched over, shoulders turned inwards, chins tight into their chests. But that man (yes him, over there) is smiling and running on as if he's known that guy (yes, there), his entire life. He's chattering as if he were standing in the middle of a summery field, and all this were but a nasty flashback to being in Toronto.

"It wouldn't be so cold if it weren't nighttime", he giggles.

And then I notice his hands.