the bike

He went outside. The door closed behind him. It was a new day, the sun was taking a peek through the clouds with little more then a promise but he did not mind. He was not sure what exactly he was going to do but he knew he would do it and it would be good and right. He hoped that at now at last, when he had already been there four times, the guys from the bike shop would fix his bike the way it should be. How annoying life can be if you just accept things like that in order to be a nice guy. Well, that’s life. The little park in front of his house was wonderfully green. Still a little dulled by the morning air, but even the birds were singing songs of wonderfull lushy greenness. They wouldnt be if it werent so.