Musing

7C, drizzling, overcast & refreshing as we walked

it’s drizzling still – overcast – no sense of scenery today

I live such a short way from these monsters I see every day in the distance; mountains valleys hold magic – this time of year a magic palate of colour

mountains are always there – I should visit more often

we can learn much I think from the patience of a billion year old rock, of a mountain – they stand by moving & changing ever so little, not reacting to events, trends

they have no ambition, no urges, no desires to satisfy

yesterday I had a little ‘mountains’ fix – valleys alive with autumn colour, peaks freshly whitened looking down on golfers swinging in sunshine [OK, rain visited us on 2 holes], a perfect day . . . good golf & visiting with 287 other golfers . . . networking . . . failing to win prizes; all typical events but mostly the scenery won the day

on the other hand, rocks cannot think – or hook their tee-shots into the bush or lip-out a putt that would have been a prize winner; the mountain did not care

being so close to treasures - something not to take for granted

Mark
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