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Comic: How the Los Angeles hills keep me sane

Illustration of a woman walking with a mask on.
(Illustrations by Laura Mishkin / for The Times)
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These days I have a harder time getting myself to go on walks. From my window looking out on Echo Park Avenue, I can see a steady flow of people walking or running or biking. Eventually I leave my desk and join the stream.

Things feel different: Eyes are downcast; masks are pulled up tight. I feel weird taking up space and being in other people’s space.

Once I get higher in the hills, people become more sparse. I venture off the main avenue to explore a side street. On an empty street, I can think about what I’m seeing. I’ve come to love this part of the walk: I can breathe deeply, explore slowly and not worry about getting too close to anyone.

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I like looking out into the valleys, where houses nest in the landscape and palm trees and power lines punctuate the sky.

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