used up and weary. Already I feel the tug of living in dreams and memories rather than boldly stepping out into a mutable world. Dealing in words and phrases might add to that feeling, could explain why I long for more mountains. You have to get out and do things if you want to write about the mutable world. I’m far from the first to think escape or answers might be found in the peaks. I’ll climb Pico and see what’s hidden up in the clouds.
