A dream:
Each day, I drive over the Verrazzano Narrows bridge. Each day, there’s a guy kayaking down below. The waves are big, he’s in the whitewater, battling. Later, on a hike, I pass him in the woods. I offer him some granola and he rejects it. Each day, I hike the same trail. I bring a different type of granola, and each day he turns me down. I wonder if he simply doesn’t like granola.