I really miss jaywalking. I changed jobs at the beginning of the year and am just getting used to commuting to another city, rather than taking a long 2-mile walk through my own. Industrialized suburbia, where work is now, is made for cars, and for parking lots, and for grass growing only through a fault in something or someone else. I knew all this, but I didn't realize how important jaywalking was to the way I start my day. Something about the strategic hunt for that golden hypotenuse on a city road was an absorbing puzzle and let me believe that I already had a leg up on outsmarting the day. Now I run for a train that always defeats me, to end up in a place where cars never stop for breath.