it's amazing how being on top of a mountain can change one's perspective. i recently, on one of my few days off, took a daytrip to mt. tamalpais. i lost myself on the horizon somewhere over east bay and i didn't find myself again until i was crossing the golden gate bridge sometime at dusk. the visibility was amazing, i felt if i strained hard enough i would see the world in motion, continuous and unyielding. i seperated my thoughts, my feelings, my trivial stresses from my brain and found myself at ease. i wanted to fly right off of that mountaintop. i'm sure if i thought about it long enough i would have convinced myself i could. i am glad i didn't. when i came back to the "real" world i found that all those things i was tripping out on before had fallen to the floor and were swept out with the breeze. i saw how all those around me were still chasing their chunks of cheese, trying desperately to win the race. i smiled and felt relieved that i was able to see that mountaintop, so picture perfect and humbling...and now, tomorrow, i get to feel jules (smiles*)...