Hurry Summer

Near the end of June, I will be seventy years old. I would complain except not everyone gets to reach the milestone. It’s with very mixed emotions that I continue to grow ever older. For me, the worst part of ageing is how the days, months and years continue to pass ever faster. At present, that’s a plus as I will seemingly get to summer much quicker. I miss the forest adventure even though I live it almost daily as I continue to write and edit. But nothing beats being on site where Mathew Roderick hid his accessories and two gold bars.

I have enjoyed some of my best sleep in the solitude of the forest. If I were lucky enough to wake, a million stars lit the night sky in a display enjoyed by our ancestors for thousands of years. The beauty of the heavens is my biggest loss from country living, well, that and silence. We get accustomed to noise pollution, all pollution too easily. But the transit to electric powered vehicles should be a great step especially where large cities don’t have the needed pollution controls on all vehicles..

Imagine a city where cars, truck, busses, even Harleys, are electric. The sounds of tires on ashphalt and music might be the few causes of noise. But as much as the scenario is great, where will the source for all the power be from? While windmills and solar panels will be a great part, will nuclear energy have to expand? I am unable to understand how a power source such as nuclear reactors are used when a byproduct includes waste that we are unable to deal with. Burying waste deep underground to ease our fears doesn’t seem right. Is that our legacy for future generations?

My apologies for skipping from the beauty of the night sky to the horrors of the age. I have been too long from the mental reset given by nature. I stand in my imaginary support group and admit that I suffer from nature deficet disorder. Some benefit is gained from the city greenspaces but it’s not the same with the endless sound of traffic and the occasional siren included.

Hurry summer, please.

About James

As a semi-retired senior, I researched the story of the lost gold bars of Camp McKinney. My years in agriculture allowed me to comfortably search the rugged BC forest uncovering valuable clues over the years. Although I have paid a high cost for my unwavering search, I have once again seen the magick and power in nature.
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