Right off the bat, they seem a little friendlier; a cantering companion through the Quincy loop that stretches for about two and a half miles. “I remember you,” they tell feet that meet them through inches of sole. “You have been doing this loop for a while now,” the paved spaces continue, “and now we know the difference between you and the others.”
The feet are pleased to be recognized and so respond, “We will be here for a while.”
“Oh” says various bits of tar, with an upward raise at the end of the sound, begging an explanation.
“Yea,” the feet start, “we like this loop and are creatures of habit so expect us a few times a week.”
The roads that connect and weave through these four kilometers do not respond as the run continues but the feet know that the roads are happy for the loyalty.
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