In the middle of the journey of my life, I am--as always--a woman on a bike. Although I do not know where this road will lead, the way is not lost, for I have arrived here. And I am on my bicycle, again. I am Justine Valinotti.
Before embarking on a ride, I went to the store for a snack or two to bring with me.
This is not the reason why I don't eat meat during a ride
though I suppose it could be.
What if it could recognize its own reflection?