![]() ![]() He passed the Mission of Kindness and the auto-parts store he turned onto his own street and passed the lake-trout joint and then took a right up the cracked, stubbled sidewalk leading to his building. What was that little redhead doing by the side of the road? Because even though he knew by now that it was only a hydrant, still, for one fleeting instant he had the same delusion all over again, every single morning.Īfter he had put the hydrant issue behind him he slowed to a walk, panting, and set his hands at his waist in order to get more air in his lungs. ![]() There was something about the rounded top of it, emerging bit by bit as he descended a slope toward an intersection. On the homeward stretch this morning, he made his usual mistake of imagining for a second that a certain fire hydrant, faded to the pinkish color of an aged clay flowerpot, was a child or a very short grown-up. At night the lane markings on the streets were all but invisible, and just last week he had whacked a black spider that turned out to be a tangle of sewing thread. Not that he was going blind or anything it was just that he was getting old, as his optometrist so tactlessly put it. This was unfortunate, because in the past few years his distance vision had noticeably worsened. He hated how they grew steamy when he sweated. He hated to feel them bobbing up and down on his nose, was why. ![]() When Micah went on his runs he never wore his glasses. ![]()
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