No this isnt a heroic tale of an escape from danger, overcoming a serious illness or accident, nor is it a story of a near-miss, if we'd been there two moments earlier/later....
The other day we had a team meeting in work followed by 9 of us changing our clothing for jeans and sweatshirts and waking boots and then went for a walk in the warm March late afternoon sun. We climbed up a hill, and then sat for a while, watching the sun slip down behind the ridge, heather and gorse not yet in their full glory waved it goodbye. The only sound was birdsong. We challenged each other to pick out the nearest house, who could see a telegraph pole, a road, traffic, any other people.
At times like this I do feel lucky to be alive and live where I do. With the people who live here. Family, friends even work colleagues who share the same vision, the same feeling of being at peace and at the same time invigorating view that we had from our high vantage point.
The other day we had a team meeting in work followed by 9 of us changing our clothing for jeans and sweatshirts and waking boots and then went for a walk in the warm March late afternoon sun. We climbed up a hill, and then sat for a while, watching the sun slip down behind the ridge, heather and gorse not yet in their full glory waved it goodbye. The only sound was birdsong. We challenged each other to pick out the nearest house, who could see a telegraph pole, a road, traffic, any other people.
At times like this I do feel lucky to be alive and live where I do. With the people who live here. Family, friends even work colleagues who share the same vision, the same feeling of being at peace and at the same time invigorating view that we had from our high vantage point.
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