Pictures left to right:

  1. Currently reading, “When Breath Becomes Air.
  2. Zonke Dikana at the Kirstenbosch Summer Sunset Concerts
  3. Some of the food on display at the Hout Bay Market.


Quote from “When Breath Becomes Air”:

“Nights during a full moon, the light flooded the wilderness, so it was possible to hike with a headlamp. We would hit the trail at two A.M., summiting the nearest peak, Mount Tallac, just before sunrise, the clear, starry night reflected in the flat, still lakes spread below us. Snuggled together in sleeping bags at the peak, nearly ten thousand feet up, we weathered frigid blasts of wind with coffee someone had been thoughtful enough to bring. And then we would sit and watch as the first hint of sunlight, a light tinge of day blue, would leak out of the eastern horizon, slowly resting the stars. The day sky would spread wide and high, until the first ray of sun made an appearance. The morning commuters began to animate the distant South Lake Tahoe roads. But craning your head back, you could see the day’s blue darken halfway across the sky, and to the west, the night remained yet unconquered – pitch-black, stars in full glimmer, the full moon still pinned in the sky. To the east, the full light of day beamed toward you; to the west night reigned with no hint of surrender.”


When Breath Becomes Air

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