The Hills

are comforting. After living for six months surrounded by mountains, I am not sure that I could live in flat land.

Not saying that I prefer being in a location where the mountains tower over me, but rather that I like the knowledge that nature has more control than the people who pretend that they control the world.

This is not at all to say that I am thrilled about the fact that I live partway up the side of a mountain. More properly a hill, but saying mountain makes it sound a lot more impressive. Hiking up from the flat followed by lurching up the steps makes me glad that I am in reasonable shape and don’t have to deal with the garage door and elevator lights which seem to be burned out

Traveling up in the dark is not my idea of a good time.

But I keep thinking – why is it always up hill to home?

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