Running down 26th Avenue hill fog softens my footfall the horizon is sleepy.
At the base of the hill a woman with a puffy purple vest a close cropped cap of white hair peers at her screen her finger scrolls up and down.
We pass without a glance she continues up the hill slowly, not seeing.
Pokémon Go, I think and return my gaze to the terns, the green lagoon. A vacuum cleaner is submerged In the cloudy water under the bridge. An egret launches from the shallows I look up, startled feeling her silent wings on my skin scroll up scroll down.