Cadence of Life

There is a rhythm to life I recognize all too often. Today I was driving to work and I lazily steered my Hyundai Elantra along a wide left turn. I checked out a familiar Vietnamese food restaurant on the corner and as I drew my eyes back to the road I notice two people leaning on an old blue car, both smoking cigarettes. The woman was wearing an over-sized golden San Francisco 49ers jacket. The man beside her had on a pair of denim overalls and wore a large gray beard. He had some round glasses on his face and a mangled hat on his head with a wide brim. He looked like a gold-rush prospector just relaxing there on the car. I thought that was a pretty cool experience. One of those "I wish I had a camera" type of things.