Waiting at a traffic light on my way to another very short, stressful and exhausting attempt at work I watch this woman through the windscreen. She is my age, my built, but so healthy, so energetic with her bicycle and her windblown face and hair. She checks her route on a map and heads off into the beautiful forest.
And I remember a time not too long ago talking with U at work about the plans we had for our retirement years ahead in the distant future. And I told her confidently that no matter how tight finances might be, at least I would always have my bicycle and so much time to just head off with a map and some provisions for a great day exploring the world out there.
Those were the days when I took health for granted. Shit. Shit. Shit.
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