because greek messenger gods don’t have time for velcro, either
When the shoelaces come untied you know that’s pretty fast. There’s a lake on the other side of the path from Hermes (because those laces reminded me of talaria). The boys and I have been going for walks around this lake at least twice a week for exercise, usually in the afternoons when they’ve more or less done a yeoman’s job of their school studies. We don’t actually use the path (and this isn’t technically the path, it’s a road which is temporarily closed to encourage social distancing). We make our way along wide-sloping lawns which are fertilized by the highest concentration of Canadian goose turds in North America which makes for a fine, cushioned walk equaled only by the finest Vibram soles. We end up going a little over three miles.
I bring my camera to do pictures, just in case. There’s a spot along our route where the lawns are pinched like an hourglass between the lake and a busy road. The path is crowded so risky and we shortcut into a neighborhood then through an alley behind a greasy spoon where I take the same group of pictures every single day. Oliver Fern loves running, yesterday he was running ahead of us constantly. I could have panned but then I would have lost the stillness of that reflection and let’s face it, you only get so many chances with a seven year old so I got down on my hands and knees in the puddle and counted down….