I parked my bike and lay in the grass on an unseasonably warm day in February. I watched cirrus brushstrokes floating overhead and pretended to pretend I saw images.
The people next to me took posed pictures by the scenic lakescape. How insignificant! I thought, acting like I didn’t notice them. How they’re missing the point! I judged, while quietly keeping focus.
A slight breeze blew, and my bike fell on top of me. So much for appearing relaxed and carefree.