After several days at home I have patched my roof, repaired the water pipe which burst while I was walking through Florida, paid a visit to the local American Diabetes Association office, visited friends, taken short walks each day with Nice (the dog) taking care to walk slowly, even letting Nice pull me around the neighborhood on the bike. I am missing the constant activity of the road, but the drone of the cars and the horn blowing is not missed at all. I miss the wind.
I long for the roads stretching beyond my sight, yet I understand I must heal and prepare to go again. Nice (the dog) is spinning on the floor chasing, and occasionally catching, his tail. I, thankfully, have no tail.