The opening shot of a movie about her.
Rosa is 72. She rides a pale blue bicycle down the cobbled harbor lane with a basket of wildflowers on the front, chin up, gulls overhead. At the little mirror by her door she tucks a pink flower behind her ear and smiles at herself. On a bench by the water she looks down at her phone while a young seal puts its head up right behind her. Then she looks up, and there's the whole harbor.
It took her a long time to get to this bicycle.

