drone

 A walk in the park, shaved washed, a few chores done, proceed up the path, loose wind and breath on the first steep bit.
it is embarassing, the feeling of incapability to make the steep bit without having to stop and to catch the lost wind in the lungs. Never having had great stamina, no good years ago at long distance running, absolutely out of the question now.
Take the path with the shallow incline as far as possible, then sit down on a handy park bench and look down over the fog-bound town.  Slowly, the pace of the heart becomes less, the breathing rate returns to a decent normal.
What is to be expected, a sit down job eight hours a day does not help.A younger couple passes, both look at the old git on the park bench in passing. Let us hope that they never feel as weak as this, and remember never to be so arrogant to those suffering this same misfortune.

The leaves are mostly all yellow, and brown, or ochre, with just a few  deciduous trees still holding on to their chlorphyll based solar energy plants. Still green, but not for long. There is a minority of evergreen trees in the park too.

Up at the top of the rise, the fenced in space for the birds, all foggy. Families walking with their well-wrapped children, standing at the wire fencing, looking at the rheas in the distance. The big flightless birds  seem intent upon minding their own business today. Farther on, a family is feeding salad leaves to the ducks. The ducks are not interested at all, but after a while a cock comes by and starts to pick at the salad, and then to eat it with some enthusiasm. He is joined by the hens, who do likewise.

There is a crow high up on one of the nearly-bare trees, and it seems to be trying to eat something from a thin twig too thin to bear its weight. Watch as the bird looses it's grip, then it is just hanging there from the twig, an alarming sight.
Another crow flies past, the one hanging from the twig realises same and flys away after the other.
More crows arrive, and all start to worry the branch, but none daring to hang from it like the first.

On the way back down the hill hear a buzzing sound. There is a small drone in the middle of the path, flying about six feet above the ground. There is a man standing beside the path with a control unit.

Start talking to the man who is taking his drone for a walk.

This will be the first conversation of the day.