I woke up today, biked to work, and discovered I had the day off. Either no one told me, or I was simply oblivious to the holiday. I figure the latter. But that’s neither here nor there. What matters is that I was faced with a day off. What to do, what to do. Better yet, what not to do. At my disposal I had my bike and an already packed activity satchel (you know, for when I’m doing activities). So I hopped on my bike and rode to adventure. At first I had no direction. The way I figured, the day lay ahead of me in all directions. Everywhere is somewhere significant to someone. I couldn’t miss in this holistic hide-and-seek for my daily dose of significance. Notebook and camera ready, I found some.
Overheard in a coffee shop:
“You can tell these kids’ lives from the way they dress. That young man’s friends are probably all dope dealers and in jail.”
On the streets, I spy: