Leaving work today, I couldn't tell if the sky was dark because of the storm clouds, or now that summer is on the wane, it's just getting darker earlier. I eventually chose the latter, subconsciously telling myself, perhaps, I was ready for fall. When I turned left onto Addison, to get the train, I was stunned to see a bright khaki, dreamlike sky unveiling itself from a dark ceiling of clouds in the far, far west. As I walked on, and looked north and west, I saw the dark ceiling zigzagging east and off to the horizon, revealing scattered vignettes of clouds that looked almost like mountains, an effect caused by the many tall buildings obscuring my view. Whenever I see those mountainous forms, I'll transport myself someplace that has actual mountains, and imagine my life there, and how I would probably be blasé at the sight of a 25,000 foot tall rock formation, and wishing I lived back in the city...
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True mountains, like the Rockies, in contrast to the old, glacier worn pimples here PA, change in front of your eyes with the sun, clouds and weather. How could you tire of something that constantly changes?
Because, Carl, I barely noticed the Swiss Alps, but I really noticed Zurich....nice to hear from you :)
Well ofcourse, all those handsome Swiss men etc. What's the Alps got.....just goats??
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