I will not say that this is not an envelope:
Bike ride CXIV
Today I passed by a house in my neighborhood which had its garage door open and colorful streamers plus a “Congrats Grad” banner, and there were clusters of people loitering in the yard holding paper cups filled with nonalcoholic beverages. Then I passed about nine more scenes like this, as I rode around the block on my bicycle.
Also I saw construction workers using giant machines to demolish one of the backroads. I assume that they will repair this road eventually, because that’s what has happened in the past. I do not believe that I witnessed an act of vandalism.
Then, as I was rounding the bend that leads past the ugly new church, I noticed a crow standing in front of the entryway like a greeter. This crow seemed confident: when I approached, it stood its ground and did not fly away. And it was bigger than a basketball.
One last thing that I saw on my bike ride was a child holding a neon green sucker. He was dawdling near the curbside, and he had the nerve to speak to me when I passed. By the tone of his voice, I could tell that he lacked character; and his facial expression resembled a mound of dough. I thought to myself: He’ll probably become a salesman someday.