Improvements

There are times, not many, when you wish you had windshield wipers on your face. Remember that time in Harry Potter, when he's still little and innocent, and he's playing quidditch, and it's raining? And what he really needs are little windshield wipers on his glasses? Like that. Or yesterday, for instance. I had discovered a bike trail close to my house. It was wonderful: windy, narrow, minimally bumpy, 100% car free. And every time I passed through tree-shade, a swarm of micro-bugs would rush to welcome me/ plaster themselves all over my face. Naturally, I just had to squint through every shady bit, but it would have been so much easier with wipers.