Stared today at three fifteen-year-old boys enjoying their plastic machines. Jealous of their activity, their youth that excuses activity. Wondered what it would take to be included. They were laughing, the wind rippling their t-shirts. What did they talk about? I’m sure I’d have something to add.
Got frustrated, went to Whole Foods instead, which is where adults find validation through locally-sourced blueberries. Resented the long walk. Would have been much faster on my skateboard with its smooth green wheels. I purposely bought the one with the best bearings.
Also bought orange juice, biscotti.