7.35am – a little late but still ok. I don my helmet and gloves in the elevator while balancing my bike away from the other resident. Upon exiting the building, I begin focusing on the flow of the 4 lanes of traffic that separate me from the opposite sidewalk. I notice the fortune cookie in front of my toe and wonder about the protocol: engage or ignore. My decision to ignore raises that crazy lady voice, the one which tells me that I did not switch off the stove nor the iron nor the charger, she whispers that this is the path towards sure bad luck. I think of my day ahead and decide its best not to dance with fate. With no time to spare the cookie goes in the pocket. Unopened.
8am – all is going well, speed is constant but so is the paranoia. The rubbing and grinding sounds that seem to be moving through my bike are not normal and I am hesitant to stop but I am steadily becoming obsessed by thoughts of iminant disaster. It is now that I feel the discomfort in the bike and recognise the elongated shape of the front tire. Time to pull aside. No repair to be done, somehow it is the valve – snapped – in 2. The rush in my head is roaring and the road still feels as though it were rushing by. I feel the panic when I glance at the time and then, I breath. Everything slows down, the loud static is replaced by the movement of air through the rain and the swishing of the bike wheels on the wet surface.
8.20am – the tube is replaced and inflated and everything looks good as I mount prepare for the last stretch. My garish but beautiful new yellow jacket is black with grime which matches my hands and I am sure my face. It looks like I’ll be late.
8.40am – arrive at Granville, grab my shower kit and fresh clothes and jog to the Net loft shower to warm up. My yellow jacket accompanies me as I hope that I can shower her at the same time as I.
8.55am – finished scrubbing, the jacket looks good and I am warm. I recall the first chapter and dig into my pocket for my fortune. It’s a little crushedand I can read the slim slip of paper through the plastic. This is just as well as I am still standing under the water. I feel the anticipation rising, knowing that after such an eventful cycle that it is sure to be good. I cannot wait for my day to be revealed. This must be the magical cookie, the one with a meaning just for me. Destiny has arrived.
crinkle crinkle crinkle
“You will soon be involved in many gatherings and parties”