Driving down the interstate at 65 miles per hour there's not much to see. But, every so often, laying beside the road is a shoe. I said a shoe..just one. Does any body miss this shoe? How did it find it's way to the side of a busy highway? Is someone in trouble? Do I call and report..what?...a shoe? I can visualize how that call would go (can't you?) so I don't make it. Just watch the shoe whiz past the window. It's still there a week later. One of life's unanswered questions.
A close second to the shoe question is the question about the homeless people living along the river. We happened to look over a railing at something and saw 4 sleeping bags lined up in a row. There was an assortment of "stuff" too. No people at that time. Where are you? How did life come to this for you? What about winter?
The weather took a turn for the worst. Torrential rain and tornado warnings. In the back of my mind, I thought of the 4 sleeping bags lined up in their neat row...on the ground, under the bridge. Are you okay? Should I "do" something? I can visualize what might happen here too if I made a report.
Whose shoe is that anyway?
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