Sunday Journal: Fields of Sheep

There’s a couple I see at the gym. I’ve been seeing them for maybe two or three years. The thing is, they’re not actually a couple. They are friends, I suppose. The man is about my age, with a physique that I use as an example of what I should strive for. His body is thick and muscular, but not overly so, and not fat at all. He has short blonde hair and is ruggedly handsome.

The woman is a pale-skinned redhead with a long face and voluptuous figure. She’s in her late late thirties or early fo...