One of the times it's really lovely to walk on the busted up sidewalks and streets of Cleveland is at 6:45am: folks actually acknowledge and greet one another, usually with "good morning" or "buenos dias". I had four such interactions in my ten minute walk to the Cleveland RTA rapid station, on my way to fly back to Sacramento.
Granted, these are largely parents, or other caretakers, getting youth off to school, and the youth themselves.
But even with those who might be wandering from their difficult overnight, or those about to get off of a graveyard shift, or just starting an early day shift, there is a sense of... camaraderie? mutual struggle at being up so early? or so late?
Wouldn't it be beautiful if we all acted this way throughout the day?
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