In the park, good days happened. A woman pushed her son and daughter in the jogging stroller. They played with a smartphone, laughing. Mom sweated and focused on her breathing.
Sunlight glinted off chrome handlebars. A soccer ball passed through the field and drew excited youth in its wake.
A woman walked next to a bearded man, talking. She reached out, taking his calloused hand in her own.
Bad days converged, never intersecting. A suit chased a tow truck. The dirty woman pushed an overloaded shopping cart.
Sonder gripped his heart, while feet swung back and forth to unknowable measure.