While waiting for the light to change, I saw an archer coming down Church Street in full regalia. He carried a longbow and a quiver of arrows, and wore a leather ensemble worthy of Robin Hood. I stood grinning and watching, watching and grinning, wondering why no one else was looking twice.
He walked behind a car and emerged closer to me, where I saw that the longbow was a broom, the quiver of arrows a small trashcan full of cleaning implements, the leather ensemble a janitor’s black jumpsuit that had caught the sun for a moment.
The light changed and I walked on home.