On the way to a park where I took this,
I had to climb this:
It may not seem like much of a hill. Either I'm extremely out of shape (also true) or it's a hill. I thought we lived on top of the hill. We sort of do. It makes sense that the closer you get to the mountains, the more hills you find. I had to walk up the last bit of this one. But on the way up, the blossoms on the trees smelled delicious.
And I was reminded of something: you've got to climb if you want to fly. I flew nearly the whole way home.
And I realized something else: I am going to get stronger.
The snow and the rocky mountains are beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAnother week or two and you will take this "hill" likes it's flat ground. Keep up the good work!
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