It’s sunny and windy today. In the morning, I went jogging as usual. As expected, my dad lounged on a step just holding his coffee. Occasionally he changed his spot to sun himself (good! Lol) or just simply to stay out of the wind. Just like what a giant chubby Persian cat would do. The park was nearly deserted with only us and two or three other kids around. They were playing with mud on sticks, super filthy and annoying. Surprisingly they chased after me for a short while with no reason, without even saying hello. As you might expect, I ran off. Why on earth were they playing with mud?