I was out for a frigid cold jaunt.
The sky hung distant stars’ reflections.
The streets were full of shadows and Old antebellum buildings with long porches,
aged trees stood guard in the yards.
I heard a truck slow down as it passed.
The gentleman opened his car window. “ are you ok?” He asked.
“Yes, thank you.” I replied. He started to pull off and stopped.
“ Do you need a ride?” He asked again. “No, no thank you.” I responded .
He waved and continued on his way.
I never felt threatened, his demeanor felt safe.
However, I had to ponder about his concern.
I suppose it seemed odd at 22 degrees and 4:30 in the morning someone out.
It was gentleman of him to be thoughtful.
I am certain I will be a conversation piece
—- the rest of the day.