As much as the bicycle tried to fit in, it couldn’t.
We all knew.
People who walked past slowed and stared before resuming their normal hurried pace.
Other cycles tried their best to get close, perhaps hoping that radiant color would rub off. I think they wanted to be as happy as that bike.
I stepped nearer to see if I could learn the bike’s secret.
It hummed quietly to itself.
A sharp breeze caught the autumn leaves tucked in its handlebars.
That didn’t seem to matter to the bike since it just kept humming.
It’d been somewhere we’d all like to ride on the last fine days of Indian summer.