Notes
I was hoping for a some trails, but they were muddy, so this is now a tale of a high five.
Running uphill from the Polk Street Bridge, I spy another runner, approaching with his dog. As I move over, he begins to reach up with his nearest hand. I am confused and look at his face searchingly, wondering if I know this man; but there is no recognition and he makes no other attempt to communicate. I am left with 1 option, he is simply a stranger, wanting to give me a high five; a fellow runner who's path has temporarily merged with mine. I mimic his reach without time to delay, and two gloved hands meet in union. A smile appeared on my face, and I hope his as well... as we both knew this moment would live on immortal on RunningAhead.com :)