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The crosswalk signal had been stuck on red for what felt like three minutes, and I found myself studying the pigeon pecking at a discarded croissant wrapper. It was so focused, so committed to extracting invisible crumbs from the waxed paper, that I wondered if maybe I was overthinking my entire route. The light changed, but I stayed another moment, watching this bird treat failure like a temporary setback.
I'd taken the long way to the post office this morning, deliberately choosing the street with the vintage bookshop and the corner where someone always leaves piano music drifting from a third-floor window.
The detour added twelve minutes