He must be around seventy-five, maybe older. I watch him during his careful but seemingly tireless workout on the elliptical cross trainer, his small and skinny body shiny from perspiration.
"I've got a new knee", he tells me later. Pointing at the rain outside he continues: "When I still went running, I used to wait for rain like that. Rain provides so much oxygen in the air, I was able to run around the world when it rained. Now my doctor doesn't allow me to run anymore. Too much pressure on the new joint."
summer storm
hydrangea flowers
bend down
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