The man stepped outside
ill equipped for the weather.
He wore a knee-length plaid bathrobe
and leather bedroom slippers.
His pale bare legs were
a shocking white against his home’s green lawn.
As he walked down the short driveway
to retrieve the daily newspaper,
I said to myself,
“This guy is nuts!”
Bundled in a knee length down jacket,
hat, gloves and a neck warmer,
I silently congratulated myself
for checking the below freezing temperature before heading out.
My dogs wagged their tails
in the predawn chill,
hoping for a hello from the older gentleman.
“Fine morning! ” he exclaimed.
“Pretty cold,” I responded.
“Brisk! Best way to start the day,”
he added as he turned to head back inside.
Walking toward home, I wondered…
is it possible to be too prepared?
Weighing down our pockets
to prepare for any possibility,
are we missing the chance
for a brisk start,
a new experience,
an unaccounted for outcome?