A Walk Home
The thing is time gets away from you. Here I was thinking I was writing this yesterday and it is already today. I walked home from work yesterday. I've done that a few times lately. I find it very peaceful and it's really not a long walk. I stopped a couple times to rest my right knee which was sore because I had been on my feet a lot the last couple days. I had arthroscopic surgery on it 24 years ago and was told then, at the age of 35, that I had the knees of a 70-year-old. My right knee actually will bend but it gets sore if I walk for too long. I might have developed a permanent, almost imperceptible limp after I broke my ankle. It causes me to walk weird and, after awhile, my right knee gets very sore. I need better shoes. My left knee which has never been worked on doesn't like to bend at all. Alas. Is arthroscopic surgery even a thing any more? As I walked, I scanned the bare branches of the tallest trees and the tops of tall building...