I took this idea from a fellow blogger who wrote about a variety of topics using only 100 words. Starting after this colon, here are some thoughts on my morning jog:
Most mornings, I go jogging. This morning, there’s a dirty white dog lying on the side of the road; his mouth is slightly open. I wonder if he’s just sleeping. On my return jog, he’s still there. His body lies right in front of their elementary school. Children with backpacks and morning bread stroll past him. A motorbike goes by with a dead pig carcass strapped on the back of the bike. The carcass looks like a fleshy blanket draping both sides of the bike. Smoke from burning trash rises up. Death is heavy in the air today.