I took a minute to look outside while they ate their tacos and drank their cheap wine. It was one of the atypical sunny days we’ve had these last months. It was a windy autumnal fever. Some kids were rolling along in a cheap plastic car. One pushed the other. Someone behind me cackled. I got to thinking about how sad it is to lose my trust. All the effort to gain it and then throw it away. It’s like sport fishing, I suppose. Proper lure, something the fish are guaranteed to like. If it’s not quite right you slack the line or replace the lure with a different sort. Wait and catch and marvel in the end of a struggle. Throw it back. It’s all amusing to a point.