This is prompt #5: write about a stranger you see on the street. This is me trying to describe in as much detail as possible a guy that I saw while walking my dog this morning. This is more of a short character sketch; I've had a pretty busy day, so this is a rushed description based on memory.
Though it was minus fifteen with windchill, he wore only a light orange windbreaker and a pair of khaki pants. He wore a pair of old running shoes and left his hands and head bare, as though the cold wind didn't affect him. A leash was wrapped around one wrist, and at the other end there was a large, shaggy dog of some indeterminable mix. He walked in slow, measured steps, his shoulders hunched as though settled there through years spent at a desk. Smiling absentmindedly, he ran a hand through greying hair and nodded to a passing dog owner, but spoke very little, though they paused a few moments to chat. When he continued on his way, his movements were slow, but he walked with a quiet contentment and an air of the relaxation of someone sinking into a familiar routine.
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