The world spun fast these days, but Clarence had found a way to step outside of it. His home was a pocket of calm. His yard, a sanctuary. But things had begun to change lately. First, it was the path behind his property.
What used to be a barely-used walking trail had been added to some cycling app. Then came the buzz of tires, the blur of helmets, and the streaks of color flying past his garden fence. At first, Clarence didn’t mind.