“No Lock”
I’m walking up a paved road. It’s pleasant & in nature. I see a sweet boy I remember from childhood & we walk close together comfortably. I’m retrieving my bike, but I haven’t locked. Thieves have taken it apart & stolen the tires. Other humans nearby help me gather the remaining parts. I’m sad, but I know I should have locked it up. The other humans are compassionate & concerned. They care.
First thought: I am supported.
