I left my house to go on a run.
“Becky,” I heard someone scream behind me. I turned around.
It was my mother. With her head sticking out the window.
She and my sister were putting up x-mas decorations.
I ran to Fort Wadsworth on Staten Island.
A lady security guard stopped me at the entrance. The fort was still closed due to the hurricane.
I ran to Von Briesen Park.
Which has a nice view of the Verrazzano Bridge.
The bridge connects Staten Island to Brooklyn.
I sat on a bench. Looked at the socks I was wearing.
I do not like these socks. They are not my first choice socks. I don’t mind how they look. I, in fact, I think the green pattern looks killer. It’s that they are annoying to put on my feet. As I put the sock on, my toe gets caught in the inner sewing of the sock. I have to take it on and off to put it on. Do you know what I mean?
I looked up.
And saw a bird.
I walked down this path.
And saw a view of NYC.
It looked tiny.
I arrived home from my run.
My sister sat in front of the x-mas decorations. With a fake snow blanket covering her left leg.
“Take that off your leg so I can take a picture of you,” I told her.
“I can’t,” she responded.
