I put in my earbuds, tied on my sneakers.  Walking to relax.  Walking to exercise.  Cutting through the woods until I find my groove.  Old train tracks beckon, and like a vagabond I step up.

 

The Rolling Stones crooning in my ear.  Imagine my surprise when I found out how old these guys are.  They still got it.

 

I had a few too many shots the other night. Tequila doesn't forgive.  Imagine my surprise that my hangover lasted two full days.

 

I kick a rock and watch as it bounces over the wooden slats then pings against the iron rails.  Imagine my surprise to look down and see the dirt from the rock stain my shoe.

 

I turn up the music. Mick singing about Brown Sugar, he doesn't care if I sing along.  A horn sounds in the middle of the song.  I turn around.

 

Imagine my surprise as ...