Alley Pond Park

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I step outside to the crisp air of a cool Sunday morning. I lace up my sneakers and jog over to Alley Pond Park, home to my favorite running path. The trees that line each side of the trail never fail to provide the best shade and a peaceful wooded scenery. As I begin my three mile run, I hear the ring of a bell from a bike behind me. “Good morning,” I hear the biker say, as he speeds ahead to the first hill. I smile. It’s always refreshing to hear friendly words from a fellow exercise enthusiast. As I finally finish my first mile, I spot a small family strolling together just a few meters in front of me. I listen to the parents speak to their little boy in Spanish, but as I pass by, they look up and greet me with a wave and a simple “Good morning.” In response, I grin and in between pants, I manage to utter the same words back. Finally, I reach the half-way point and turn around, with just a mile and a half left to run. As I quicken my stride and lower my arms, I catch a glimpse of two middle-aged Asian ladies, speed walking in the opposite direction.  I get closer and closer to the pair, and almost instinctively, I say “Good morning.” In unison, they respond in thick Chinese accents, “Good morning.” Once again, I find myself smiling. I realize that “good morning” is more than just a greeting. It is a phrase that breaks language barriers and allows us to acknowledge the inexplicable human connection that we all share.