I leave for work around 6:30am, give or take 10 minutes. Most of the time there is a man standing outside the condo building. Not right outside the door to my part of the building, but the next one over. He stands quietly with his dog. His dog is intensely interested in everything that is going on, yet is perfectly content to be just standing (or sitting) with the man. The man smokes a cigarette. The dog vibrates with life.

I don’t know their names. I glance in that direction every morning, and I miss them when they are not there.

Society is so strange, in our disconnected connectedness.

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