Two Wheels A Horizon

The front door clicked shut behind me for the last time in what will be years. The sound was final, a full stop on a chapter. In front of me, leaning against the garden fence, was not just a bicycle. It was my new home, my transport, my gym, my therapist's couch, and my window to the worldall welded into 18 kilograms of steel, cables, and carefully strapped bags.