Mount Mansfield, Underhill, Vermont; the highest things get around here.
I walked to the top of my road today. If I lived at the top instead of at the bottom, and I could step outside every morning and see this mountain, it would do joyous wonders to my perspective. I can imagine doing it before or after reading the morning news. I’d just step out, listen to the quiet, look at the timeless mountain, breathe the clean air, and to hell with the BS.