Dancing in Solitude Along the Bike Path (From a Japanese Gentlemen)

On this sunny day, on this beautiful spring morning, I put on my jogging suit and headed to the banks of the Muko River.  I went to the spot close to where people play croquet on weekend mornings (and maybe other mornings, I'm not sure), an open space between two groves of trees, looking across to baseball fields on the opposite bank.   The sun was above and ahead of me and the wind came strongly from the north, as it usually does.  Through my earbuds my radio was playing a waltz and I stepped into my part, hands around a woman not there, preparing for the day she would appear.