For a moment, I thought it had been my good fortune to encounter a monk from the Order of the Black Knee Sock. But no, Sanders was not decked out in religious garb; he had dropped by our
local Saturday morning market before heading out for a run.
This is, I take it, his basic running costume--the knee socks a regular feature but the hood up because it was a bit dreary outside. I like the red soles of his shoes; it's almost as if a red pen were used to underline him. And I like the attitude--a shopper loyal enough to venture out in the rain always makes a fashionable statement.
For a moment, I thought it had been my good fortune to encounter a monk from the Order of the Black Knee Sock. But no, Sanders was not decked out in religious garb; he had dropped by our local Saturday morning market before heading out for a run.
This is, I take it, his basic running costume--the knee socks a regular feature but the hood up because it was a bit dreary outside. I like the red soles of his shoes; it's almost as if a red pen were used to underline him. And I like the attitude--a shopper loyal enough to venture out in the rain always makes a fashionable statement.
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