I cycled fully loaded with my weekly shopping.
As I approached home, a bird is hopping in front of my tyre.
Fly, you little fucker!
I nearly run him over. I stopped and noticed it's just a chick that cannot fly.
My bike was between my legs, loaded with shopping. I said get out of the road now, you silly bird. Something is going to kill you.
So I walked toward him to push him out of the road.
The bird was young, confused and scared from a giant with a giant bike and giant shopping bags. He hopped away, just as I wanted.
Then I saw a sewer cover at the edge of the road. Surely he sees it too. Or does he?
I cannot stop the scared bird now, loaded with bags and bike between legs. And the bird dropped through the sewer cover, trying to run from a scary giant.
I approached and watched the sky mirrored in the sludge of that sewer, with few bubbles of air.
Yeah, something is gonna kill you, I thought.
I got home, and a neighbour I never saw and never talked to is sweeping her porch, and she says hello. And I say hello. How are you? Good, and you? Good.
A bird just died, a neighbour just talked to me, I got my shopping home. I'm good.
Some day, some thing or some body is going to kill us. Go out and live. Don't wait till you turn into sludge.