Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Devastated

When I bike to work, I have time to rest my eyes on objects and people longer than I do when I drive.

As I biked in today, I saw a man parked in his Toyota 4 Runner. I rolled around him and his hair was short-cropped and white. As I rolled further around, I saw that he had a white beard. He was looking at me through glasses with piercing eyes. He brought a cup of to-go coffee to his lips. For all intents and purposes, he looked like my father. He reminded me on a gut level that gave me a shot of adrenaline.

After coasting through a red light I realized my face was stuck in a grimace. I was too lost in thought to negotiate the roads correctly.

I miss him.