Written: in my at-home office
Powered by: a day of binge-watching movies on the couch
Inspired by: an old photo on my camera roll
It happened on the Golden Gate Bridge: he was adjusting the strap on his bag which held three laptops and a surprisingly angular twelve dollar bottle of water while she had just gotten the hang of her feet clipped in to the petals of her road bike, her hands easy on the handlebars and ignoring the pinch of her too-tight helmet when his strap slipped around her handle bar and sent them both jerking into one another, knocking noggin to protective plastic.
“Did you see that?” the Uber driver yells, but then remembers he hasn’t picked up his passenger yet.