I wanted to double-check how awesome what the Lord makes was, so I leaned out of a 9th-floor window. I surveyed a small park and an adjescent plaza. A pretty girl with long free-flowing hair was walking at a brisk pace past a group of twelve women. The women must have been in their 60s or 70 and were doing some funny Chinese moves. All of them wore bright red T-shirts. I noticed them only when the girl had disappeared from sight among the trees.
