My Mid-Age Pa

I see my father in the wrinkled, worn-out, cotton slacks of the middle-aged man ordering coffee with the one friend he has left. 

Constructed Evolution

Walking to work on a sunny spring day I pass an elderly man leaning on his walking stick. He seems to be taking a stroll this morning, but on his path of exploring the old block he runs into a massive building he's never seen before. The many weeks of snow had finally melted away and the sunshine had given him the strength to break free from hibernation. I was aware of the condo building from the day construction began for it was a nuisance to cross the street every day to avoid the fuss. Don Cirilo (he felt like a Don) leaned hard into his walking stick as he took a deep breath and inhaled the massive structure. It was now a part of him. He didn't even notice the young girl walking behind him, admiring his admiration.