There's this little old indian guy that has been sitting out on the curb by my apartment for the last couple months.
I'm not quite sure what he's doing... meditating, thinking, or enjoying the fine weather perhaps.
He sits out there with crossed legs, a bottle of water, and sometimes a rug. He's even joined by what looks like his daughter and a sister when it's exceptionally nice out.
He sits for hours as all of us, his neighbors, busily run here and there and back again.
I always wave at him. I don't think he speaks english because I've tried to strike up a conversation, but he just nods and does the old person mouth-chew-thingy. At least he waves back and smiles.
Sitting at the curb - chillin' - what a life.
Now that I've moved out of the apartment into my very own condo, I think I'm going to miss that little old indian guy.
Posted by tomglass at September 7, 2005 09:22 AM