Grayness. The office. I type meaningless words and fulfill the promise of meaningless tasks. Hey you, I really need this report by this time so we can move some of this inventory. Hey you, I have some comments on that memo you just sent. Grayness.
When I return home I come alive little by little. I change into my favorite riding shorts and put on my green New Balances. Proudly -- but I admit a tad timidly -- I roll my bike outside and feel the sun hit my face. I mount. I ride. A white bullet. Look! A branch sticking out from a bush! I dodge. Adventure!
Many years later, I lie on my deathbed. I cannot remember anything specific about work. Adventure is with me before I go on my last, great adventure. I remember that branch I dodged. Is the bush still there?
