I was walking down in some downtown area.
The climate was good. Not too humid, not too hot, not too cold.
It could have been in a Canadian city or somewhere in the Midwest US.
It did spark memories of Regina.
I didn't know where I was walking to or where I headed from.
At some point, I was on a bicycle.
It was a worn out bike, I didn't like it too much.
I remember passing by a huge ugly black tree that took over a plot of land with a house on either side.
There wasn't any grass around the tree and the tree didn't have a single leaf on it.
The pavement was cracked and broken from the roots of this old tree.
I remember that I approached the edge of the concrete beside the tree.
I threw the bike there, as though I was throwing away garbage.
A husky latino man came up behind me, took the bike and took it to where it was supposed to go (the garbage)
I picked up a companion along the way down north (I was heading towards the afternoon sun). She was riding a bike too.
She was younger then me (she must have been in her teens).
We made some small talk.
I remember her saying "It's too bad you can't be my boyfriend"
I said "Yeah, it is".
When I said it, there was a definite feeling to it, it was like I was saying "Quit you dreaming girl, because it will never happen"
She biked off somewhere.

I continued on my journey down the sidewalk.