Breathe

There are breathtaking mountains on the horizon, they are the Olympic peninsula in Washington. They're my sanctuary, the glorious ending to my journey. Some days I need to forget about the end--Seattle helps with its overcast weather--they'll be covered by clouds and fog. Those are the days when I need to look at all that is between me and my end. See it not as a hindrance to getting there but as a beautiful city filled with endless possibilities. A building of cancer patients, an intriguing job, an iconic skyscraper.

Other days, I need to look at my mountains and remember they are there. Constant, everlasting and waiting for my glorious end.