Here in the US it was Labor Day weekend, and I inexplicably spent my spare Monday on a hike through the glorious hills of Berkeley, marching through the 300-acre Ecological Study Area. If you like stunning views and having to slide down steep fire roads on your butt, I fully recommend it.
For me though, I’d hear the bells of The Campanile and think to myself, “Oh yeah, Usurper of the Sun has a few scenes down on the campus. I wonder if I should contact someone there so they’ll know.” Well, instead I just decided to blog about it.
Then there was the treachery of the last bit of the hike. It’s like a death trap, especially if one’s shoes lacked traction as mine did. (Seriously kids, buy some books. Papa needs a new pair of hiking boots!) And even as I tried to avoid twisting my ankle or landing face-first, I thought, “Is it going to take me a week to die? Will my blood taint a river’s water red like in ‘Seven Rooms’ by Otsuichi?” You know, the story from ZOO, a book which, by wild coincidence, is also out next week?
I know, I know, it’s sad to be so obsessed with work. I feel lucky that I even have a job, especially one I looove (well, except for the commute!) but even on Labor Day? Even amidst the beauty of the natural world? Even my dog was laughing at me!
Kazzie is just laughing at your foolish decision to go around on two legs.
I want to say - thank you for this!