Lemmings on the road, falling back into shape, the grandest vision

I see rows and rows of cars lined up stuck in normal everyday traffic. I see people inside, some with glum expressions on their faces. And all I can think is we’re a bunch of lemmings.

Like the frog in the soon-to-be boiling water things just pile up — unending growth with no proper planning, giving preference to cars over people, bikes, scooters, trains, etc. so roads get wider (and yet more packed), concrete sucking up more and more nature and so on and on.

At what price for all this sameness and conformity and race for wealth and things to pile up and later discard?

When will there be enough rebels to stand up and say enough of this — let’s figure out a better way for all of us… and do it.

All the while saving the world.

After an aggressive bike fly-through on the trails, there’s nuttin’ like winding down to a cup of hot coffee on a camp stove near the woods with a sunset bearing down.

Ahhh… Enchante.

Slowly, bit by bit, my body is falling back into shape. I can feel it - more strength and easier to do things. Still some fatigue, but less so, and it’s easier to chase it away with a bout of rigorous cardio exercise.

I can see the slow evolution in the mirror when I brush my teeth in the mornings. It’s like seeing my old, vibrant, healthy self slowly emerge as decades of hard-to-lose fat falls away.

I remain ever so hopeful this is the path to a fatigue-free life again. The more I’m without fatigue, I realize how much it sucked the marrow out of my life.

The sun is now setting behind towering trees shafting rays across golden fields. I look up and see hundreds of leaves fluttering like butterflies in the wind across the sky.

Isn’t nature the grandest vision of all? We are all so very lucky to have this tiny corner of the universe.