so i was on the road last monday afternoon and i went by a young man all loose and gangly in the way only fifteen year old boys can be, and he was ambling along in his green t-shirt, with his droopy jeans and untied sneakers, sort walking backward the way you do when you're looking at traffic on the road.
hitchhikers do this a lot.
he wasn't hitching, though.
he looked at me and raised an arm in shaka brah.
i returned the sign.
beautiful moment, that.