Rainy days and mountain tops

This summer we took the gondola to the top of the mountain at Stowe. Well, almost the top. It was a glorious, warm sunny day, and the gondola pulled us upwards. It groaned occasionally, but the only real effort we made was straining our eyes to see out across the countryside.

Today, it is raining. Again. And dark, and getting colder. There are no mountains in view, and just getting up out of bed requires a certain amount of effort. The groaning is ours.

We are the same people with the same resources and the same capabilities. As the world moves, sometimes we are sliding up the mountain in the gondola, sometimes sitting at the top, and sometimes the sky is so dark and so low we could touch it without climbing at all. Sometimes it drops down to touch us.

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