The Beauty of Dying

I have COPD, something most likely acquired from cigarette smoking. I quit several years ago. Often when I take day naps I dream of dying, being in the last stages of COPD. These dreams are unpleasant, but perhaps they are preparing me for the enviable, to be stronger in the fading light of day, so I may conduct myself with grace the way my Father and Mother did. I am still able to hike on a daily basis, though I must pace myself and take breaks going uphill. Walking in the early morning air helps immensely and the benefits most often carry over till evening.

11/03/19 – Rabbit Run – Trumansburg, NY

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