Mending Walls

On my run this morning, there were two elderly gentlemen in tweed golf caps leaning against the stone wall that marks the top of the "T" at the entrance to the neighborhood I run through.  It is not the first time I have seen them there, watching the world go by.  I didn't pay attention to the day or time, the last time I saw them – I wonder if it is their Sunday morning ritual,  to meet up half way through their walk, and shoot the breeze, say top o' the morning to passers by.  They were still there when I looped back by.

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