Something about this hill; it’s magnetic. Five consecutive days in a row it has lured us to play on its over-sized silvery blanket and each day a whole new world. Under whistling winds today, the divine order is taking place here…no judging, no shaming, no fear mongering, just the two of us who see faith in the world through our dreams. Climbing up so that we can fly from above. Over a hundred runs, I’m certain we have reached through out this week. A feat to praise as we lay supine and hail the skies on the peak of the hill’s insulated lining. The stirring celestial brew compels us to stay awhile, to relax and watch the show…an aide-mémoire that the arrival is near.