At the height of summer, I woke up on a Sunday morning to realize that the probability of being caught by bears is actually much lower than being killed by another human. After all, being eaten by a fluffy animal would simply be a natural return to nature and surely would feel better than a cold metal bullet. It was a liberating revelation; thus I overcame my bear-phobia and immediately went hiking in Shenandoah. Sunspots felt warm on the rocky paths. The air was breezy. I had almost forgotten how refreshing summer is here. It is a bit tempting to think we might still be able to find a safe haven in these mountains at the side of the waterfalls…
