Let’s call him Bill. I met Bill now for two consecutive days in a row—yesterday and today—at nightfall actually. It was just after our neighbors banged pots and banged whistles outside their doors, an indication that we are battling King Corona.
The weather the last two days has been brisk but Bill was out on his bicycle doing what I’m doing, a ritual of sorts. I’m moving my legs a step at a time and he’s moving his, but off the ground and in a cyclical fashion. I’m chanting while walking
