It’s summer and school is on vacation. The mountain trail has a
lot of hikers and cyclists.
The scent of pine, fresh air, and spacious outdoors are magnets.
I ventured out yesterday. I felt so free and energized.
Mrs. Abstract watched me returned from my hike.
On the second day while acclimatizing to the altitude I watched from the balcony people who came down from the mountain passed by.
Some walked, some biked down in their mountain bikes.
I’m reading Dante’s Inferno and 2666 slowly.
The past are things I do not know
The present are things I can not touch
The future is a cat in the act of jumping
“Deep in your soul you don’t want to be the last.”
I decide I will go south
To master something I have to comprehend it first
I will carry a camera with a simple admonition
“How can I make them blind to my presence?”
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.
Can I see it or feel it?
I walk to the river
The part of the world opens
Other walkers walk alone
Or with their dogs or with other walkers
Nature greets us in songs and colorful displays
Do we need measurements
And ask : Will experience be sublime?
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.
I captured the flower moon last night with plain sky. I did not have any plant or tree or other backgrounds to align the moon. I’m sorry for the just the black sky and the moon.
The book I’m re-reading: The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus.
A tiny sun drenched backyard
bougainvillea luxuriantly blooms
unbounded, like eternity
Books I finished reading during the pandemic:
The Miniaturist by Jessie Burton
Victory by Joseph Conrad
Mastering the Art of French Eating by Ann Mah