The street now losing it's freedom, it being a little after five, I choose to obey the man's wishes and walk the sidewalk. Soon enough, I come upon another man with a hat.
Strange, it seems as if every man in this small town wore one.
Mowing his lawn on his green rider mower, with his hat being green, as well; He waves at me with a friendly smile. Knowing the man, him being my dentist at some time in the past, I waved back with what I thought was an equally kind smile.
My throat and nose now stinging from the freshly cut grass, being that I have allergies. I disliked it when everyone in town decided to all mow their lawns on the same beautiful day, simply depressing.
I noticed that his lawn was somehow greener than his hat and mower; I wondered how he got it so bright and luscious.
For some reason or another, I respected him in a peculiar way.
His dog Sammy, a golden retriever, was out. Being how that breed of dog is, he instantly came up to me. We each exchanged greetings, mine being a few scratches behind the ear, his being a 'sniff' 'sniff' 'sniff' of my pants at the knees.
Bidding a farewell to Sammy, I continued on my way. Thinking that, (even though he had it all, with money, a wife, kids, Sammy, and even that fancy hat/mower combination) I did not envy him really, just respected him in that peculiar sort of way.
I did not fully understand why I felt this way, either.
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Why do you stop writting?
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