On most days, I walk. I walk to clear my head, and my lead - both.
As I pass through a particular stretch through my trail - I pass a point where almost everyday I see two fresh red pills stewn along the path.
How do I know this is fresh? Because on certain evenings I see these crushed by walkers. And on other days, I see these two red pills in their full shape.
So my sherlock brain goes, someone from the wing adjoining is throwing these pills every single day. From probably the higher floors, since these pills seem a little away from the wing.
Someone is rejecting their red pill.....also possibly rejecting the blue pill. Someone is rejecting suporting this journey. Two pills at one time - this one is a slow rejection of their life.
What would I give to have a leisurely chat with this person. There is so much she can teach me. (I am sure its a she :-)
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