Ominous black clouds rolled over the mountains in the north threatening the highly anticipated weekend showers, while electric blue skies stretched south generously sprinkled by cotton candy clouds. The sun peaked its head out in spells and the air smelled crisp and dewy. It was the perfect LA morning for a stroll.
Ryan and I started on our usual path across Avenue 64 away from speeding cars into the quiet neighborhood hugging the Arroyo. After traversing the first hill my itch for adventure took us in a new direction. Instead of a usual left, we went right. This path led us to the Arroyo bridge where we stood for a long while watching people jog, walk, and ride horses on the dirt path below us.
As we stood above and observed the rain water run, we watched a mom push her baby, a dad jog, and two equestrians leisurely trotting. It is a simple pleasure to watch people go about their daily business and make choices that mean nothing to me but have been reflected upon by them because of their preferences or responsibilities.
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I am historically a notorious people watcher. Actually, probably more accurately, I am a voyeur at heart...but that is irrelevant to the point I am going to make.
I LOVE to see people outdoors! I feel like it is almost a lost art. I am glad to hear that you and Ryan were not only outside but also enjoying the others that were too.
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