I left my apartment at 8AM this morning, and arrived at work ten minutes later, self-reliant the whole way. A friend of a friend out here loaned me his mountain bike indefinitely, which has been great for getting around Boulder. There are bike paths and bike lanes everywhere, and many crosswalks have bike sensors in the road so when you roll up the lights often immediately begin to turn in your favor. A garbage truck stopped and let me cross a side street, and the driver even waved and smiled.

I also rolled along inches from what appeared to be a twig, but turned out to be a friggin' snake this morning. I'm quite certain it was a highly venomous species, just as certain as the rustling in the bushes I heard the other night as I unlocked my bike from the rack at the office was a mountain lion.

It's an adjustment.