There is a profound comfort that comes with the simplicity of one task -- to pedal. Left foot, right foot, pedal pedal pedal. While I'm on a bike, I just have to keep pedaling, projecting myself forward, onward. I am forced to become acutely aware of my breathing, to feel the air fill my lungs, my heart pound against my chest as the oxygen makes its way through the blood coursing through my arteries and into my aching muscles. My mind, normally racing with endless thoughts, is focused on only one thing -- moving forward. My days are consumed with the most basic but essential of missions; Finding water, making sure I drink enough of it, finding food, a safe place to set up shelter and pedaling, left foot, right foot. I pass endless varieties of green growing things, sneeze from the pollen. I eat lunch in the shade of a tree or sometimes by a lake. I hear the symphony of critters, alive all around me, accentuated by a buzz at night and chirping during the day. It is a far cry from the life I have lived for so many years. Bustling with chaos, horns and neon lights. Nights filled with a cacophony of alarms, lab result alerts, panicked phone calls and always the threat of death. Death, looming, always. On a bike I am surrounded by life.