The Nice Thing About Strangers
Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
The Tan Man
He is glazed to the color of carrot cake, but still seeking the sun. The resident leaving the senior center apartment complex is shirtless, but he wears khaki shorts and sandals. He walks semi-steadily with a plastic chair in one hand and a massive tome in the other. His blonde ponytail is pulled back. He wears no sunglasses. Instead, he greets a few people on the sidewalk as he moves toward the neighboring, small civic pond. Parking his chair in the noon beams, he sits with a sigh. He studies the green grass of the park around him. Perhaps once upon a time, he ruled a Muscle Beach, but now he’s been put out to a reasonable pasture. The sunseeker switches between reading and smiling at passersby in an avuncular fashion, as if welcoming them to his personal plot. He seems to be living for the warm day and the chance to soak it all up.
–Colorado
Some of the Colorado Tan Man’s counterparts, Bosnia-Herzegovina. 🙂
The Nice Thing About Strangers 
looks warm
Yes, I couldn’t stay long. I’m too pale for summer in Bosnia. 🙂
Paige