[Fall]

1.

On my walk another day, I watched a little boy trying to ride a bike. This was sweet on the level of painful, like a good memory that makes you want to cry. His experience seemed very close to what I’m experiencing now. I wasn’t wistful so much as shocked — at how sprawling and disorienting life could feel sometimes. He was perfect. I was grown up. Briefly, we intersected, both of us were trying to find and learn about balance.