I couldn’t discount the machine that had brought me to that square in the first place. I glanced down and watched as the evening sun glinted off the bike’s frame so perfectly, and suddenly, I couldn’t help but think, “Is this a date?”
How did I find myself in such strange circumstances? How did I find myself in the U.S. Capitol, looking down from the gallery at the floor of the Senate Chamber, or listening to Kenyon professors and alumni discuss the media’s involvement in this year’s presidential election?
Take a seat and take a breath. It does wonders.