Monday, December 31, 2012

Wistful Thinking

Maybe someday, I'll be able to afford a tiny place on the outskirts of Bozeman, or somewhere like it, for the summer. A small college mountain town in the summer is just about the best place I can imagine. Most of the college kids take off, leaving mostly friendly people and a town just big enough to have everything you really need without all the garbage that you don't. Spectacular, spectacular views from pretty much anywhere in town. Minutes from mountain trails, rivers, and streams where you can forget that you live on a planet with 7 billion people; or anyone at all for that matter. That's what I miss the most, being able to quickly get to the wilderness and tap into the kind of still and quiet that resets all of your normal operating parameters. I miss the mountains, always there, looming higher than any building, calling to you, reminding you constantly that stressing is a useless waste of time; that they care not for the petty drama of humans and neither should you.

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