My husband, son and friends spent many days biking through the shuttered city in 2020. In the beginning of lockdown, it was still cold–Canadian cold. The playgrounds were taped off. Schools were closed. The city was silent. I had been diagnosed with breast cancer; the treatments were just beginning. In the early photos, we are all standing 6 feet apart. But as days grew longer and the sun warmed Lake Ontario, the kids began standing closer. They dove into the lake together, climbed an abandoned lighthouse. Maybe it was the pandemic, or maybe it was the cancer, but our relationship to risk changed. We began to look at life, and the arc of experience, differently. We grew braver that summer.