On my drive home last night I noticed an old man, all bundled up, sitting on a lawn chair in his garage.
He was just sitting there, by himself, watching the world go by.
Although, as this was a side street, there wasn’t all that much “world going by” to see.
It made me wonder why he would be doing that.
It wasn’t as though it was a nice sunny day. It was rather gloomy and chilly.
And yet there he was.
A few thoughts occurred to me.
Maybe he was escaping from his chatterbox wife!
Maybe he was having a smoke.
Maybe he, like so many people, just wanted some alone time…
Tea House of the Panda Moon 