The Gentleman on the Bench
Every day after clinic, I eagerly anticipate the serene stroll along Brickell Key, a therapeutic journey that has become a source of solace. I look forward to the sound of palm trees swaying and waves crashing. I am excited about being greeted by wagging tails of enthusiastic dogs, eagerly seeking attention with their beady eyes. This quiet path has often welcomed my tears, those of joy and even of sorrow; the subtle traces of my …