I take one bike route to campus. I leave from 8th Avenue, pedal up the street, cut through Central Campus, ascend seven steps, bike around a semi-circle of grass, and fight gravity to reach the middle of a hill. At which, I am met by a stoplight and a crosswalk.
On some days the crosswalk beams a red palm. This means I get to inhale through my nose, exhale through my mouth and pretend like the linings of my lungs aren’t crying.
Other times the crosswalk beams a white light that imitates a walking man, permitting me to cross the street.