He walked beautifully. In perfect strides on the sidewalk – missing the cracks, as if on purpose, without looking down. He must be a Mama’s boy. I could shout down to him, but I’ll just watch and hope his walk leads my way. I hear a voice behind me, “you trying to catch up for class?”

“Yes”, I lie. Little does he know, the only thing I am trying to catch is my breath.