Today I discovered the difference between Luxembourg Gardens in the mid-morning, when I ran, and the early evening, when I came to drink orange juice and program the weekend's locations into my father's Garmin. Right now the gardens are flooded with people sitting or walking, smoking and eating and talking; this morning the only other faces I saw were those of children in school uniforms reluctantly plodding around. I had thought they could be a bit happier - when I had to run a mile in gym class it meant 20 times around an indoor basketball court, not a jaunt through a tourist attraction.
The cancer sticks burning up all around me are probably negating the exercise my lungs got this morning. I think I prefer the gardens at 9am, when they are a little bit more secret.
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