Perspective ...

Walking to dinner tonight I looked at the sunset over Staunton and realized that ....

The hill is riddled with small roofs and high church towers, sprinkled with trees and patches of left over snow. I think its all about perspective. To be standing in one of those yards all you see is the house on either side and the sky above. From the top of the mountain I can see the patterns of nestled buildings, the serenity of the sunset and the clouds, shadows playing on the grass, and the option of having something too far beyond to see. Where we are is the fishbowl and all we know but where we are going is the adventure, the fear, the anxiety of unknown. Climbing to perspective is the worlds smallest obstacle - staying is impossible for it is no longer unknown. I think I will keep climbing for as long as my legs will carry me and naive blindness will lead me.

I'll be your sherpa if you can let your reservations and regrets fall behind ...