Calling and I had needs must go – to
paraphrase John Muir (“The mountains are calling and I must go”, which is
actually only part of a phrase written to his sister upon his return from a
hard two-week trek in the mountains)
It didn’t matter that it was raining cats
and dogs, or hemp cord (French) nor frogs (German), I HAD to check a few of my
more mild (and paved given the weather) paths.
“My” mountains are still there – beautiful even
in the bad weather.
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| Above, in and out of the clouds |
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| water falls literally everywhere |
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| usually just a trickle |
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| yellow to punctuate the gray |
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| more yellow to cheer us up |
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| yes, spring green is just this green! |
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| chalet with its' halo of budding trees |
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| I too could do without all this rain - makes me mournful |
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