November 02, 2006
Doesn't do it justice
Originally published November 3, 2003
The wind blew through my hair and I KNEW that if I had wings, I could do it. I set down the camera and spread my arms wide in the wind. I closed my eyes and IMAGINED myself taking off from the rock where I stood and gliding like a hawk all the way down to the bottom of the fall line, more than 100 miles away. That fantasy felt good.
But I finally opened my eyes, picked up the camera and walked back to the cabin. I can't fly, and I'm not a hawk. I'm a man. I walk or ride wherever I go.
Every now and then, however, you need to believe in magic. If you don't, you grow old very quickly. Sometimes, it is GOOD to come as close to flying as you can, on a rock cliff with the wind in your hair and a big valley stretching out as far as you can see below you. CLOSE YOUR EYES and imagine what life COULD BE, instead of what it is.
That's one of the reasons I like being around my son so much. He still believes in magic. And so do I, sometimes.
If I ever lose that part of me, I WANT someone to drag me off and shoot me. My life is over anyway if I never want to fly again.
(There is a metaphor alert in here for someone who may understand it.)
That's more like it
Picture republished November 5, 2003
Loyal reader Logan took the picture I posted of the mountains, tightened up the resolution, brought out the colors and emailed it back to me. This is the result.
People, THAT'S what I saw up on that ridge. No wonder I wanted to fly.
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