Nyvia Roman

Optimism Rears its Head(s) on a Sundrenched Sunday Morning

As I joined the bicyclists, dog walkers, and joggers on the narrow walkway I reluctantly adopted their pace.  “Good morning, hello…” escaped my lips not once, not twice, but innumerable times. Otherwise, a nod of the head was exchanged. During these brief encounters, I felt unlike a stranger. The warm breeze ruffled the newly arrived

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