Wednesday, June 27, 2007

more mountains . . .

There are a few times when I have wished I had a guidebook so I knew what was coming. Not today.

Today I wandered around a bend in the trail, and I swore silently as I saw another damn set of mountains in the distance. Just yesterday I had just been joking that Spain is the only country I know where you have to climb to get to sea level. I was right. Here they were . . .

Except . . .
Except . . .

The mountains seemed kind of even and blue and distant. The mountains seemed to meet the clouds.

The mountains weren´t mountains at all. The mountains were the sea.

I have walked to the sea.

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