What We Do
perhaps not often enough?
Rosamística the Lyft driver tells me she's fifty-one, and from Paraguay. She has some distance to go until she's fluent in her adopted English, but smiling, she tells me, "Yo soy rooner," and I don't understand until she indicates a man jogging up the road beside the snowbanks. "Oh, wow! A runner! Diez quilometros?" I ask. "Si! Si! Half mah-rah-tone!" And she shows off her silver thermos with the yellow-and-blue unicorn decal of the Boston Athletic Association. "Marzo, Nueva York! Half mah-rah-tone!" "Buena suerte!" I venture, barely confident in this much Spanish. Rosamística reaches: "I ... train? But esa semana, mucho frio!" She laughs. I nod, and say yes, and laugh. We meet between each other's limitations, and we enjoy a happy conversation.



What a lovely conversation Thomas. You’re right, we must do this and more often.
“We meet each other between our limitations” - beautiful ✨