Some days I just bike and bike and bike, and feel so pure and real and alive. I catch myself smiling and singing out loud. On my way home, I find a freshly cut field, walk to the middle of it, and just sit and sit and sit. I’m overcome by the beauty of this place almost every day, which is something I never felt back home. I don’t have friends or family or TV or bullshit to go home to, so I never feel the need to rush. I take my time. I appreciate the fact that I’m living.