This is my neighbor June. She is well into her 80’s, but most days Spring through Fall, she rides her bike gracefully up and down our street. Her pace is swift. If she catches your eye, she will take one hand off her handlebars for a giant wave and smile as if you are her longest lost friend. I am creeping along behind her in my van because she doesn’t hear well, and has no idea I’m behind her. I don’t want to startle her.
When I grow up, I want to be just like June.
