Last 3 Days of Walking

For the last 3 days our air quality is good. I have been walking to the river daily. 

Thursday-7000 steps. Friday-9000 steps. Today, Saturday-9000 steps.

All the  photos from my mobile phone.

Yesterday’s photos:

This is the walking path below the street level thats goes to the river. The river is behind me.

Below are my photos today.

Early this morning the fog still veils the southern crossing and the bridge is not visible .

The sun is just starting to come out. Sun’s reflection in the river.

The white egret and the fisherman are not talking to each other.

The street that leads to the river and parallel and higher level to the pathway on the right. I’m facing the direction towards the river.

Returning from the river I connect to this sidewalk to continue my walk.

My Tuesday Walk to the River

Why will someone leaves a helmet on a bench

Or hide an empty  Remy Martin under a shrub

Around us from a safe distance, wild fires rage

Smokes drift our way

The sun is burning orange

My mistake is to try capture the spectacle

Forgetting my focus can burn my eyes

Walking home a hummingbird catches my eye

Dancing from one flower to the next

In time of the pandemic is everything relevant?

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

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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.

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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.

From the balcony

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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.

Change of pace

73849845-8E72-4B3D-B628-2A19D1D16578After a few days delay Mrs. Abstract and I finally drove up the mountains today. We were scheduled to leave on Monday but I did not feel well. I felt better last night. We brought a lot of food to limit trips to the grocery store and limit eating out in restaurants.

We will try to stay inside the condo. Walk and hike in the woods, reading and maybe writing. I play chess while Mrs. Abstract watch movies.

It’s quiet here in the mountains although when we arrived there were thunderstorms.

Books I am reading: Divine Comedy by Dante. Translated by Hollander & Hollander. I’m starting Roberto Bolaño 2666.

 

Happy Independence Day

I walked to the river before noon. Mrs. Abstract was doing her aquatic exercises in a friend’s pool.

The day was sunny with a warm breeze. Other walkers were enjoying the day. The fishermen were patient. The boaters were in full colors.

Happy Independence Day.

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Little Things To Fill A Heart

Watching the fishermen:

the boys and their mother

catch 3 fish in one afternoon 

within a space of 30 minutes

is enough to fill my heart.

 

I continue my walk,

a kayaker paddles his way in the river

another, older fisherman hides under a shade

and a fellow walker resting on a bench

while 3 ducks are inching their places on a concrete ground

I wave goodbye to a lone bird on top of electric wires.

 

I’m walking home.

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