Early most Sunday mornings I see the same two people running up Woodward Avenue as I drive to church. I’m driving the legal limit, 50 mph, and the sidewalk they are running on is set back a bit from the road.
If I ever met them in person I wouldn’t recognize them – couldn’t pick them out of a crowd – but for some reason I get a warm feeling when I see them and feel disappointed when I don’t.
It is usually late winter when I stop seeing them. I don’t know if they go to Florida or if they just stay inside when the weather is nasty, but when I start seeing them again, usually in March, I quietly celebrate because I know Spring is near.