You spot a man seated on the playground railing as you’re mindlessly strolling through the neighborhood, his back slumped and his shoulders slack. You would have mistaken him for being asleep if you hadn’t seen his, though weary, half-open-eyed complexion. He was gazing at the swings and slides set in the area– as if reminiscing about something. He breaths in, arching his back and letting his shoulders tense up before releasing the tension with a long exhale. He looks tired… but not unkind.