This is a picture I did not take

of a man I glimpsed for less than a second, wearing a t-shirt, a ballcap, and red, fingerless gloves; riding his bicycle (no-handed) down Valencia during rush hour, doing some kind of calisthenics with his arms that made it look like he was swinging a baseball bat with a lead donut on the end, and as he swung the imaginary bat above his head, he blazed through a red light, weaving through cross-town traffic, and the whole time (less than a second) that I saw him, my eyeball trapped him in a way that made me think of a fast lens with a wide f-stop, because all I could see was the gauzy look in his eyes, which were in perfect focus while the rest of the world faded behind in a beautiful blur.