“As I swayed in my hammock, my thoughts drifted up through the leaves rustling in the breeze. I waited while the clouds came into view. As I began to focus on the shapeless clouds hiding behind the jostling leaves, the rhythmic sound of the bicycle stopped. The bicycle crashed into my garden wall as I heard the hurried footsteps pounding the earth. I could not see my visitor hidden behind the wall. I raised my head and followed the sound with my eyes. I could only hear the footsteps of wha...