Posted by VERITAS
Avoidance (On the Way to the Neighborhood Exercise Center):
Holding my breath, I step carefully to avoid the closely distributed remnants of fresh (they glisten in the overcast daylight), concentrated droppings (well-soaked into the asphalt – must have been decidedly on the diarrhetic side) of an incontinent dog whose owner failed to clean up after it, sufficiently anyway (but then maybe it was a lost cause, the droppings soaking into the asphalt almost as soon as they made contact) . . .
I clear the minefield, release my held breath, take a gulp of air as I glance up at low-hanging clouds, sense the bump in the humidity . . . rain in the air . . .