I walked down Eastlake Avenue today, along the docks. I saw a man from my work place. I have only seen him sitting behind a desk. I didn’t know he had legs. I could presume he had legs as this is the usual case of things, but I’d never seen them. His legs looked pretty normal.
A flock of birds sat on the docks. I counted the seagulls. I counted to a hundred before I realized I was just counting. I don’t know how many birds I saw.
He had legs. That man from work that I’ve only seen behind a desk had legs.