I don’t know their names.
I don’t know where most of them live.
I’ve never seen some of them well enough to recognize them.
They only walk with me on weekdays.
Max and I walk every morning. And every weekday morning we see the same people driving by.
There’s the business truck the comes from the business down the road from us.
A silver SUV with a blonde heading west.
There’s a black truck with a couple guys wearing safety neon shirts that head east.
A silver car that I just found out this morning carries a neighbor.
A white SUV is usually followed shortly after by a maroon SUV.
Sometimes one of our employees will come by traveling between the farms.
A gray pickup carrying a bearded community member.
There are a couple other pickups that join – a white one and another black one.
And there’s a really nice black car – I have no clue what make or model.
We have a runner that lives farther down the road that we have met a couple times. Usually, we are back home, and I am on the back porch with coffee when he runs by. Max and Zeus wait for him every day and we wave.
We have the horses we pass and the scarecrow that amuses Max.
One morning we were joined by two raccoons. I personally told them to take a hike and not come back.
Most mornings after we’ve returned and are on the back porch a small rusty red colored car drives by and gives us a couple of toots.
I’m a little concerned about our community.
The sun will get lazier and will rise later and later I will have to wait to walk. Yet, my community won’t wait for me. They are not regulated by the sun.
I keep thinking I will miss my community and wonder if they will miss Max and myself.
Then again, I may find another community to walk. Yet, I think there may be less people that will want to travel later in the morning.
We will see.
