Riding Alone Into the Sunset
I am someone who is happier keeping my own company, but every now and then I get a reminder of the life I left behind.

I live a mostly solitary life. Strictly speaking, I guess it’s not solitary because Daisy is rarely more than three feet away from me. On average, though, I probably spend about 1 hour a day with other people (not counting, like, bank tellers or cashiers or whoever).
I love seeing older people (to me, older is probably starting in late 50s through 70s) still riding bikes because it tells methat I have a lot of years of cycling ahead.
And even though I love my solitude and enjoy my long bike rides, there is a part of me that dies a little every time I see an older couple out riding their matching bikes. There was a time when I thought that was going to be my life, but that time has long since passed. Still, though, seeing those couples and knowing it’s not in the cards for me makes my heart hurt for a moment or two.
