Our hearts soared as one from Abram's summit, smiles broad and genuine. Though we reside in Ouray, home is "up there," on high, where breath comes in desperate gasps and contentment flows like a river.
I was sorting through son Caleb's folder of photos from Mount Abram this morning and couldn't resist the urge to post a few. Caleb uses his iPhone for photos and does a fine job with it. So here is a fresh new perspective... through Caleb's lens.
|A few shots from our Perimeter Trail hike over the 4th of July...|
Heaven is unsustainable, elysium fields ephemeral. Eventually, one must contend with "reality," the dirty dishes, unpaid bills... laundry. Memories of Abram's climb and the verisimilitude of summer summits to come is what gets me through the muddled everydayness in between. Good fortune is often lost on restless souls whose eyes and dreams tend to lie on lost horizons. Eventually, one must come to terms with the end of the road. What then, and more importantly, where? Heaven is unsustainable, elysium fields ephemeral...
Something to chew on while you are "having a nice day."
mark and bobbie, always tweaking "reality" :)