View from the back

Karate chop stalk

Behind my house is the community center where they have pool aerobics for old folks in the early mornings of summer. I watch them do their synchronized arm waving and make a mental note to crash the party sometime.

Summer’s over though. I’ll have to wait.

During the winter, it gets relatively quiet, but through the trees, I can see into the windows. They’ve just started (or I’ve just started noticing) the karate class, or some fancy new name for karate-type stuff.