Listening, at 6:04 a.m.
I could have missed it. The faint humming of a bike. Behind me, on the street. While I was waiting for the tram. Someone was riding a bicycle. From left to right. From some place to some place. I didn't know why. I just knew that. And suddenly I felt connected. Undetected. The two of us. A person I don't know anything about. Only that they were riding a bike. At the same time, at the same place where I was. In the dark and early hours of this vast city. What if I had missed this? If I hadn't listened?
by chance 