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epitome of incomprehensibility
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The feeling of the bike hurtling me down the main street was exciting but nerve-wracking. I kept putting my feet down, which didn't hurt my feet any but didn't slow our pace either.
So I'm glad it lets me hop off here, now that we're on a small path to a wide park with tall trees and a stream. In this park it's summer - late spring, anyway. I lean the bike against a shed and forget about it.
On a picnic blanket sit two people: closer to me is chatty Judy, white with greying brown hair. The farther-away one with light brown skin and long, glossy black hair has a name like Signet Morningstar. I wonder if they're partners. They are, but of a different sort than I thought. Judy's saying that they're both mayors of this town, the town where the park is.
Both? Equally?
Judy glances over to Signet as if to excuse my ignorance and says it's the law that every town here has to have a mayor from the Indigenous community - that if the other mayor isn't, the two officials have to have equal status.
That's not exactly what I was asking, but I'm intrigued. This place is utopian in a relatable way...relatable because doesn't "Signet" look like Sigwan the syntax prof, just older and with longer hair here? Isn't "Judy" someone from choir?
They fade into a dark blanketed awakening and I tell myself to remember them, remember the park, before I fall asleep again.
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