These green and blue mountains. These rain forest mountains. These dry, parched mountains. Sunny sky. Cloudy sky. Moody, temperamental sky. There is hardly a day that I don't round a curve and catch my breath at the view.
Hurricanes and presidential elections. It all feels like too much. I'd rather nestle down on a quilt under the vast open sky. Feel the cool breeze blow across my face. Watch the leaves turn from green to orange.