I miss my bike. But I have had lots fewer flashbacks & anxiety attacks, so staying off the bike is good for now. Yesterday and today, I walked home with the pink setting sun. A row of deer ran across the road. Traffic stopped on both sides. Several deer, and another, and another, and another. I lost count but I guess 15-20 in that herd.

I like walking. It's a different pace. Since we moved here, I kept intending to walk some days instead of bike, but it is always inconvenient to change modes. If I want to walk I have to bring lunch, because it's too far to walk home for lunch. If I walk I can't throw everything in my basket, I have to figure out how to carry it all. If I walk I have to come home before dark or remember to bring a flashlight. All these things would be second nature if this was how I traveled all the time.

Even walking, I have some anxiety. Moments of a crystal clear image of an approaching vehicle out of control...but of course that doesn't happen. There's no urge to dive into the ditch, and it doesn't happen as often as on my bike. Walking a good way to travel for me right now.