This morning, another bicyclist, on one of the carpool canyon over/under-passes. He was not in motion, this time; he had stopped, and sat there gazing through the chainlink fence, watching all of us cars and trucks and motorcycles passing underneath him. Naturally I haven't a clue what he was really thinking about, but it pleases me to imagine that he was a kindred spirit also meditating for a moment on how many people and paths and lives we all pass among and around and above and below, every hour, day, week, month, year. It's nice to think that every once in a while, one of my fellow asteroids notices me too.