My heels hit the pavement with impacts just strong enough to settle all my joints into position to being useful again.
And it feels good. Luke quietly takes in the trees and grass and breeze as a curious new observer to this world, while the jogger wheels gently whir along the road.
Who am I kidding? Luke is probably checking out the gutter or rubber on some car’s tires, or contemplating the mystery of looking up and seeing blue.
But this is the right place to be in the world.