How beautiful is the weekend, spent away in the mountains. Consider the lowlander, who thinks, "Oh! I will snooze, and I will hike, and I will read, and I will write, and I will work a little on that project thingie..." and when she gets to 6800 ft elevation where the air is cool and much dryer than the humidity below, all her intentions to work evaporate. She sits on the front porch listening to the chittering of birds, and the thrumming of hummingbird as it flits to the feeder. She watches the fishermen and women around the lake in the distance, but mostly she finds herself paying slow and careful attention to the sensation of the sun on her skin. Work? Ha! This is how it always is. No doubt the next trip she plans, she will say the same things to herself before she leaves. She accepts that folly. Better to tell herself anything, it's most important that she actually does return to the high-altitude place.
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