Travelers, millpond

The afternoon was still too hot and humid, but I went out anyway. There was also at least the prospect of more comfortable weather ahead, even the possibility of a late-day thunderstorm, but I've learned to not pay any attention to those prognostications. These days in our increasing desert, there simply seems to be no chance whatsoever of rain. Climate change is all too scarily real, and if you have any doubts, just look outside. Worries aside, hot weather didn't stop me from walking, and it didn't stop these two hardy long-distance cyclists. I don't know where they're from or where they're going—they were bikers on a mission and not inclined to stop to chat—but as they zoomed by, peddling their heavy loads easily, I felt a sharp pang of envy and regret. There was a time, many years ago, when I was one of them. Now, more confined to quarters, I'm just happy I can still bike a few miles... and walk a few miles after that.