11-28-2020, 12:03 PM
Wilford Salters sat in the driver's seat of a city bus all day everyday; except for Wednesdays.
So you can rest assured, every chance he got to walk, he'd take! His daily commute to work
was like meditation. Inhale, exhale. One foot in front of the other. Tune out all those surroundings
and sink deeper into that inner solitude. It helped that he employed the use of an ancient Sony
Walkman. Old tech was his favorite.
This particular day found him making that trek home at the three o'clock hour. Partly cloudy and
cool with a temp hitting somewhere near 60'F. It was the perfect weather for him. He wasn't exactly
an outdoorsman but those walking meditations were a pillar in his routine and kept him sane.
He opens the door to his downstairs corner apartment as a blackbird breaks into song on a tree
branch nearby. He would sit and feed the various birds in the courtyard when he had the time.
Seeds and other appropriate grains, never bread! Wilford had more class than that.
Once inside he always promptly removed his shoes. Habit, I guess. His mother was one-quarter
Japanese so the old customs weren't lost on him; but it was mostly for comfort. And to not track
in dirt or leaves. He spent enough time driving those littered streets of Philly everyday, he didn't
want any reminders of that at home.
A nice hot cup of nettle tea and a good half hour by the open window. He could watch the world go by
sitting there; enjoying the comforts of home while being anywhere else in his mind. Oftentimes he would
doze off before finishing the cup. It didn't matter. He could always have the rest after waking up.
The day meandered as did his thoughts and before he knew it dark had settled into the once blue sky
now making it a deep dark shade of grey. Wheel Of Fortune would be on soon and he could prop his
feet up on that well-broken-in foot stool and watch puzzles come together one letter at a time.
It wasn't the most exciting life a person could want but it was the peace and quiet he treasured most
and so in his mind, he was living the dream. Here comes Pat & Vanna. Time to settle in and find that
cozy indention. Would this be the night where the first spin landed on Bankrupt?
Anything was possible.
So you can rest assured, every chance he got to walk, he'd take! His daily commute to work
was like meditation. Inhale, exhale. One foot in front of the other. Tune out all those surroundings
and sink deeper into that inner solitude. It helped that he employed the use of an ancient Sony
Walkman. Old tech was his favorite.
This particular day found him making that trek home at the three o'clock hour. Partly cloudy and
cool with a temp hitting somewhere near 60'F. It was the perfect weather for him. He wasn't exactly
an outdoorsman but those walking meditations were a pillar in his routine and kept him sane.
He opens the door to his downstairs corner apartment as a blackbird breaks into song on a tree
branch nearby. He would sit and feed the various birds in the courtyard when he had the time.
Seeds and other appropriate grains, never bread! Wilford had more class than that.
Once inside he always promptly removed his shoes. Habit, I guess. His mother was one-quarter
Japanese so the old customs weren't lost on him; but it was mostly for comfort. And to not track
in dirt or leaves. He spent enough time driving those littered streets of Philly everyday, he didn't
want any reminders of that at home.
A nice hot cup of nettle tea and a good half hour by the open window. He could watch the world go by
sitting there; enjoying the comforts of home while being anywhere else in his mind. Oftentimes he would
doze off before finishing the cup. It didn't matter. He could always have the rest after waking up.
The day meandered as did his thoughts and before he knew it dark had settled into the once blue sky
now making it a deep dark shade of grey. Wheel Of Fortune would be on soon and he could prop his
feet up on that well-broken-in foot stool and watch puzzles come together one letter at a time.
It wasn't the most exciting life a person could want but it was the peace and quiet he treasured most
and so in his mind, he was living the dream. Here comes Pat & Vanna. Time to settle in and find that
cozy indention. Would this be the night where the first spin landed on Bankrupt?
Anything was possible.
