It was not a midweek getaway.
It was not a summit either.
We went out to get some fresh air.
To feel some sun and hope.

It seems to me all posts now are strong. 
Opinionated.
The new truth.
And above all defensible in the arena of populism. 

Today was nuance.
The same views but different terrain.
We hung out.
We distanced (yes masks are still actually required by law).
We discussed.
We listened.

How often do we listen?
That certainly is not the same as keeping quite. 
Or shouting for that matter.
There seems to be shouting everywhere.
Signs shouting to clean our hands. 
Shouting the new normal. 
Shouting about my rights. 
Shouting how people are infected. 
Shouting how distancing is safe. 
Shouting how tech will save us. 

Then there is a quieter shouting. 
Posting pictures of groups drinking post run. 
No social distancing in place. 
Getting kudo's for running Lion's Head or that FKT. 
It is actually still closed BTW and still the elite are backslapping.
The shouting is deffening. 
 
Right now my sanity feels like it is being drowned by madness. 

I miss connection.
With others. 
With myself. 
With my mountain. 
And yet I lay no claim to that lump.

At the same time I am fearful. 
Of others not respecting my health. 
Of myself for not expressing my boundaries. 
Of dealing with fuckwittery when in public. 

Outings with my tribe. 
Restore hope. 
Restore sanity. 

In turn. 
I aim to offer support. 
Hope and maby a bit of sanity 'during this time'