I can’t stop being impressed with the diverse kinds of morning gymnastics that abound in the park below our apartment.
We have the hackeysack groupies: Small rubber things with 3 feathers attached to one end.
Then there are the badminton players.
Some in heels of course; others in more athletic apparel.
We have seniors rubbing smooth pebbles in their hands.
That’s to keep the brain cells alive, they say.
Folks thumping their backs and shoulders against tree trunks.
That’s for circulation, I think.
We have the aforementioned ballroom dancers, the primal screamers, and plain-ol’ walking backwards folks.
The whipcracker was a new appearance this morning.
And of course, the quintessential Asian activity known in English as Tai Chi, everywhere.
Under trees, along the river bank, beside the closed amusement park rides, in empty parkings lots, you name it.