The New American Pastime

Here's an image for my writing journal if I ever saw one. (I have to keep a separate journal of ideas and inspirations for possible short stories for my Creative Writing class. It's a bit too skinny for comfort right now, so I've been looking for stuff to put in it just about everywhere.)

Picture this: the remnants of a hurricane are blowing into town, soaking the streets and everyone on them. The traffic lights glow into the night, becoming beacons to the cars and the people trying to squint their way through the mist and haze. One lone college student braves the sidewalk by himself, his backpack tightly secured. The hood of his sweatshirt hugs his head as drops of water keep a steady rhythm in front of his eyes. And suddenly, for no earthly reason, he decides to hunch over and powerwalk, his fists pumping straight into the air, a goofy grin all over his face.

This kid was happy about something, or maybe he was just trying to be goofy. Either way, Gina noticed another guy walking very goofy earlier today, as well. Is there some kind of new sport or a special holiday week I don't know about? This person seems to know something, at least. It's nice to know we're not the only ones who notice these things.

I'd write more, but I have the hiccups, and those are annoying. Excuse me while I find a glass of water.