So I met up with Alfred this evening for burgers and general fun talking times, and instead of taking the bus I decided to walk back home over the bridge.
It was quiet, nobody was on the path, the stars were out; it was one of those moments.
I leaned on the wall, looking at how bloody pretty Vancouver is at night, and felt like singing. There was no-one there, so I decided to hell with it. There was one particularly bright star to my left so I decided to sing ’when you wish upon a star’, because I am a cheesy fuck.
I’m singing, and a few lines in I’m aware that someone else is singing along with me.
I keep singing, but I look around to see who; there’s nobody on the bridge anywhere near me. Eventually I notice that a cyclist on the opposite side of the bridge has stopped, and it’s him, and he doesn’t stop either.
So we carry on singing the song and finish it together.
There is a moment of quiet followed by an equally silent celebration by us both punching the air with both hands, then he cycles off down his side of the bridge and I walk off along mine.
Mystery bike man, you will stay in my heart forever.
