Every time Dave Kenyon took a breath, he saw the blinking lights of radio towers along Tahoe’s southeast shore. Kenyon is a “right-side breather.” This means he favors turning his head to the right in between strokes. This also means, at least on that particular...

Turquoise blue, soft gray, iridescent silver, pearl white… There’s something sublimely magical about the rich hues found in the ice layers of a glacier. It’s as if glaciers glow with the light of all the centuries they have seen, like time capsules of alpine sunshine and...

It’s not easy to make sense of the evolutionary imperative that compels one to try to cheat death, or at least the illusion of death. Since the dawn of conscious thought, there have always been those who see life as a game worth playing only...

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