105 - Ya, I'm back

Yesterday I came across two interesting people who live on the same dead-end block.

First there was an older man, mowing his lawn. It looked as though his lawn had not been watered for years, and that is was working its way back into the dust that it once was. It was very brown, and it was very dead, yet this man still felt the need to run the mower over it. Dust and dirt flew out constantly from under his mower as he went back and forth over his once living lawn.

On the other side on the street, about four houses away, was quite a different story. Her house was at the end of the street, tucked away behind a canopy of overgrown bushes and trees. Her lawn was mostly in shade and grew thick and high. It was as if she was going for the neighborhood record to see who could have the most untamed yard and I think she would certainly win.

The owner, a woman in her 60's, has spent almost her whole life in her house. Her parents have passed, and after a crippling run-in with heavy drugs during college, she returned to reside in the house, now rarely leaving it. Besides a single light being on in the dead of night, no other signs of life are apparent from outsiders. Nothing changes except that the trees get bigger, the grass longer.

Both live in on the same block, yet both are in different universes.

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