Dispatches from limbo

[ika]

Yesterday we were out at the playground mid-afternoon because Henry was fussy. It was hot, as usual.

There was a woman who was standing under a tallish Saraca marching in place. She was facing away from the exercise park, so we had no clue what she looked like. The whole time we were there she was stomping on a root, facing away from everyone.

It must have been at least fifteen minutes. She never once looked at a watch. Just marching on that exposed root, with her bare feet.

Today morning I checked out that tree root and there's an active ant trail running along it.