Parkish Prose Comments

I had wrote a lovely description of the afternoon and appearance of a park but the stupid description of this park is not the point of this text. The point of this text is the people, thoughts and small events that happened in this park on this spring afternoon. And these people and small events may not seem relevant but it triggered the irrelevant brilliance that awakes your self absorbance after a social weekend.
And I suppose the description of the park is in fact relevant because at the time I found it overwhelmingly beautiful. It was pretty you couldn’t deny.
I sat in this park because my dad had told me to walk the dog. To my eleven o clock were three Lebanese boys destroying a tree (poor tree) . To my 9 o clock were two men in their late thirties drinking beer and chasing around a small boy. And passing me by was an old gentleman of an age I would guess to be around 65 in a red tee shirt, a shiny helmet wheeling a bicycle.
The thuggish looking Lebanese boys weren’t the issue (this isn't a fictionalised stereotype they were actually quite dangerous looking) , nor were the men drinking beer. Though this old man troubled me, for he seemed to be having tremendous trouble riding his bike. And the thought didn’t strike me that maybe this man is learning to ride a bike for the first time. Time passed of my arrogant intruding observing, I mean what the hell was wrong with this guy just get on the damn bike and ride it. But no it was obvious that just this afternoon he had thought to himself after years of contemplation and plan that this afternoon was the afternoon to learn how to ride a bike. And what an afternoon for it! Maybe this man had a fear of bikes. Maybe he could once ride a bike but crashed as a boy and didn’t take it back up. Maybe he never had parents to teach him and was to embarrassed to start as an adult. Maybe he always thought about it but never got around to it. Though it didn’t matter for Alas! On this spring afternoon this old man with the red shirt and the brand new bike helmet was going to ride a bike.
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