Monday morning

At this moment it’s 8:23am, foggy, misty and 53 degrees. The tide is just coming in the river. The air quality is moderate.

Good morning

At this moment it’s 8:20am, 57 degrees, the tide is going up the river, with a cool breeze.

The heron is back

We are surrounded by wild fires for several days started by thousands of lightning strikes. Air quality was poor for a few days because of the smoke.

I have been walking every day since Saturday except yesterday.

I am happy to see the heron is back.

Note: Books I finished reading: Bell by Iris Murdoch and Dante’s Divine Comedy (Inferno) translated by Hollander and Hollander.

One Step At A Time

Walking steps you to the future

like butterfly stories that spur conversation

greeting each bend with anticipation

The challenge of routine, increasing strength

of repetition, the practice

like contentment of a simple life

You will tread paths of regrets and sadness

riverbed exposed, colors of trees changed

when survival is perilous.

The future belongs to you

Don’t be afraid.

Wednesday musings

I felt content like a girl who danced on the first day of summer.

Walking to the river when the day’s temperature is 85 I saw 3 butterflies flying, the white heron resting on a rock on the river bank with only one fisherman braving the heat.

I walked with frequent stops under shades provided by trees. A cool breeze made my walk enjoyable without soaking in sweats.

I finished my 2-mile loop without suffering from heat exhaustion. Shortly after I arrived home Mrs. Abstract arrived from her aquatic exercises from her friend’s pool.  We fulfilled our daily routine.

Note: Mrs. Abstract had a zoom-meeting with the walker’s group from the Women Guild this afternoon. I had my zoom-meeting with the NV Writers this evening. This coming Saturday I will have a virtual discussion in my Book Club. She will have a zoom-meeting of her college friends  (6 of them) on Sunday. They meet virtually every two Sundays since the Cobid. They have a yearly reunion.

Color of my Friday

Mrs. Abstract and I came down from the mountain and returned home yesterday. The traffic was light although there was about half hour slow down because of road repair work.

Afterwards the trip was smooth, all downhill and fast.

Today I walked to the river.

 

 

 

From the balcony

I am sitting on a chair,

eating an egg cheese sandwich

next to a table where

a blue jay is alighting

my seem absurd

The surprise is I’m not surprised

a natural way of recognition

maybe a sacred moment

an angel disguised as a bird

a simple intimate detail of grace.

Below on the walking path

mountain hikers indulge the outdoors, sunshine

somewhere, everywhere the virus rages.