Except that it doesn’t feel right this time. Something is bugging me. Maybe it’s that during my run down the hill for an espresso at midday, I couldn’t help but see people -- not crowds, but still, one or two, here and there -- enjoying the almost-warm brilliance of this day. Why am I not among them?
I ride for a few more stops. I’m on the local. There are many stops.
But the sun comes in to my left and I’m thinking – what a shame. A moment of glorious pre-spring weather has passed me by.
The bus turns toward the lake (let me say it again: it’s the slow bus). This is where I ride my bike when I do ride. No, no regrets. Too windy now.
Still, I’m on the bus and restless. That’s not good.
The bus stops just at the back of the hospital. I jump up and push open the door.
Outside, I see geese. They hiss, they leave waste – really, can anyone say one good thing about a goose?
Today, I can. Hi guys. Hope you’re enjoying the late afternoon sun.
I pick up the bike path and almost skip all the way home. Almost.
