Personally, I’m a bicycle with a basket on the front. It’s paint is still intact despite the tiny bits of rusting that’s starting to appear due to lack of care. It sits in a garage, parked closely next to the other stuff cluttering the space. It hasn’t been outside in a while, but it’s still usable, and it’s still a bicycle, so it knows one day it will go for a ride again. When? Who knows. Probably not today. Probably not tomorrow either. But it will eventually. One day when the grass is green and yellow rather than covered in snow. When the mornings are bright and sunny, and the birds chirp before it even rises. When it’s able to, it will travel again. When it’s able to, it’ll do laps around the park. When it’s able to, it might go to an ice cream shop. It still might not be able to when the sky is blue and the other bikes are out. But when it’s able to, it will.