The joys of bicycle commuting.

You’ve saved fifteen minutes, not being in an automobile—and now, when you spot the tiny dab of color in the rice field (look close, that square bit of green is the fallow rice field and somewhere there’s something that looks like a tiny black spot)–you’ve got time for a game of hide-and-seek.

This time you might even win!

There, there! Let’s go. Off the bike.  Around the field filled with brush. He’ll never know.

And don’t stare in at him. He will know that if you do.

And then you’ll have lost again.

Wait. Where’d he go? And where’d she go? Man, she was quick. No time, for even an out-of-focus shot!

Oh, there—there he is!

Your Team A teammates . . .

. . . are right there with you. All concentration.

And then, he’s popped right out of the field and walks right in front of you.

Okay, okay, fifty meters off. But that’s the clearest view he’s given you in a long time.

Go ahead. Declare victory!

“Victory!”