So I'm rushing to get out the door this morning, worrying as usual about work and bills and life and such. In my rushed state, I notice this older gentleman, walking with a cane, strolling through the little park that is adjacent to my apartment building. I didn't take much notice of him until the 2nd time I came out to my car (because I forgot something in my apartment); he was on the swing set, swinging away with his cane in one hand and a smoke in the other.
Didn't seem like a bad place to be on a morning like today. I wouldn't mind trading places with that guy (maybe except for the limited mobility and smoking parts).