Weekly Bread #135

Fire season started quite awhile ago this year, but the air quality had been pretty good on the bay area until this week. Yesterday, we went to the coast for our hike, where the air was better. It was a hot hike though – interlaced with the joy of hiking with our daughter and also a tragedy on the trail. A man died of a heart attack while biking in the heat and we witnessed the paramedics and rangers rushing to the scene. Later we passed his covered body under a solitary tree, waiting for the coroner to arrive. Later still, on our way back, only the tree remained to mark the spot. As my daughter said, dying is never good, but there are worse ways than to be out in nature, doing something you love.

I do worry if nature will survive, however. Humankind has been far from kind to our planet. I wrote this poem this week as the smoke began to drift across the sky.

Waiting for the Sunrise

I hiked 22 miles this week as well as using the stationary bike and swimming. We ate out twice. Live goes on. I feel lucky to be alive even in these stressful times. Maybe especially in these times.

L’Chaim!

My average weight this week is down .8 pounds for a total loss of 172.6