Huh. They are safety orange. Peter said this, but I didn’t believe him. I was still living in “saffron” fantasyland.

I think because I was riding my bike, I had this automatic anxious response to the color. “Construction ahead. Bridge closed. Detour this way. Your life will start to suck very soon,” is the subconscious message that color sends to my brain. And I couldn’t turn it off, even though I biked all the way across the park–every time I saw a fresh cluster of them, I thought, “Damn, I’m going to be so late.”

This is perhaps the first time in my life I’ve thought something might be better if I weren’t riding my bike.