I try to exercize, mostly by going to a walking trail behind the county administration building, 8/10's of a mile of winding asphalt built on a former landfill. If I miss a month or two going there I can detect the undulation of the ground settling.
Part of the trail winds behind the county jail. On a hill above the exercize yard there is a dual cain link fence, topped by razor wire. In the space betwixt the two fences the sherriffs department has stored all manner of recovered property, mostly four wheelers and gas grills, and right by the gate, a couple of concrete lawn statues: Mary, the Virgin Mother of God, and a nameless Lawn Jockey. They has stayed there for years, arranged so the jockey's out stretched arm reaches out to Mary, as if he is comforting her in their confinement.
The other day I passed and looked over there and saw them differently. This time the jockey became Jack and Mary became Ennis, they were by a fire and Jack was tugging at Ennis's ear. How fast do tears come to your eyes? Mine have become like a light switch, one that comes on easy, but you have to fiddle with it to turn it off.