A Beautiful Spring Morning

One thing I like about my Wednesday morning class (when he doesn’t cancel, which he does a lot)is that he likes to finish on the dot at 9 a.m. which means it’s not too hard to make my next class on time, even stopping to pick up a cheese roll (9 kc, not really a full breakfast but certainly enough to tide me over until lunch).
It was a bit unusual today, because usually their regular classroom teacher leaves very specific demands about which chapter she wants me to study with them and I hate it. The book is sickeningly British, and teaches absolute gobs of irrelevant vocabulary. She made me teach the passive voice for 3 weeks straight and if I were in charge of syllabus I’d spend maybe 15 minutes on it. Maybe.
Also, they’d thrown two classes together, and everybody was in a ‘fuck it, summer’s almost here’ mood. So, it was kind of a fun class, but not really a productive one.
Then, because I have a one hour break, I went for a walk in the park. It’s not really a park, just sort of a wild, undesignated area, but there are a couple of paths through it. I went down the low road, and was surprised to see that the hillside opposite was also covered in woods. Technically, this is still the middle of the city. I reached the end of the ‘park,’ went up the hill a bit and came back via the path along the ridge. So far I had seen only one jogger; the place does not attract many visitors. There are no tennis courts, no playgrounds and the grass does not get mowed.
So, I was just walking along, daydreaming, and there on my left was a lady. Nice looking lady, with her back to me and talking on a cell phone, and naked as the day she was born.
It’s a pebbly path and makes a crunchy noise as you walk but I don’t think she even noticed I was there. Still, it would have been stalkerishly weird and more than a little rude to linger, hoping for a better look, so I just kept walking.
But, damn, I love this town.