Attention
A bicyclist rode past the bus shelter as I waited for the #43 to come and take me to a meeting I’m attending before I go to the office this morning. He stood up on his pedals as he accellerated past, strands and cables of muscle at taut attention on his lean calves and thighs. As he glided past efficiently, his eyes scanned the street, targeting obstacles and threats to avoid, then moving to the next as he read the street.
It’s not his body I’m most envious of. It’s been a while since I’ve seen someone that awake, that attentive to the commonplace world about us. I write this as I sleepily ride the bus that will get me to my destination whether I’m awake when the bus stops or not.
I haven’t tried cycling to work since I started my new job. Maybe I could give it a run sometime next week.
I know that feeling. I’ve
I know that feeling. I’ve had that sitting on the grass at the Air Force Base watching people run round after round like they couldn’t run out of breath. I want boundless energy. I wish that were sold in blister packs at the local drugstore.