Run up a hill, swim in a lake

Waking up to the disturbing news that Trump has followed through on his long-standing threat to bomb nuclear installations in Iran, I was at least heartened to see Sweden’s former prime minister Carl Bildt clearly denounce the action as a blatant violation of international law. I remember seeing the city lights of Tehran at night as Anna and I flew to our new home in Hong Kong in 2011 and daytime flights over the snowy mountains of Shiraz in 2015. The futility of all our conflicts, our tragic inability to see the bigger picture and the hope that could be humanity.

Trying to shake the gloom, I went up Brudarebacken in my old Hoka Torrents with my legs feeling a bit heavy after yesterday’s Alpaca hike. 200 meters of elevation gain later, I jumped into the lake below, swam a few hundred meters in the cold water before heading back home to make a failed attempt at Poffertjes with blueberries.