A Bug Hit My Face Mask Today

A bug hit my face mask today.
It is funny as I had only just bought them before.
I rode to the shop, turned up onto the sidewalk,
Dismantled and entered the store, perusing my wants.
I found the pack and paid, returning to my bike bag in hand.
It was a tear pack, the color not as I wanted.
I put one on and opened the seat to store the rest,
My sunglasses, metas with sound, snug under my helmet
I took off, descending from the sidewalk to rejoin the flow where farther down the road merged.
It was there.
It was then.
A bug hit my face mask today, what a metaphor for all that’s been!