Only in Baltimore

A morning run with the Back On My Feet team at Christopher's Place. Cessation of pavement pounding, commencement of the sun. the naked sky painted with a pantone of orange from the horizon to the zenith, infused with varying sized structures adorned with late 1800s artfully crafted sconces. Breathing equalized and increased muscle elasticity relieved any physiological tension. A rare opportunity to observe Baltimore quiet and at peace. An element that seems so unnatural, devoid of the usual alarming soundtrack. The serenity only lasts for a moment. My route broken by a gray haired lady at the helm of her Ford Escort as she screeched to a halt in the first handicap parking spot. Bass and lyrics permeated the sealed vessel, I could clearly make out the lyrics....My Chick Bad...My Chick Hood....My Chick Do Thing Your Chick Wish She Could....She Slide Down Da Pole Like a Certified Stripper. The serenity now laughter and then an ever ingrained scene that may become a viral story.....if only I had a video camera running 24x7...Only in Baltimore