Mountains

One week later and I have just returned from a short fishing trip in western Colorado. It always realize when I am up there how much I miss living in the mountains. When I was standing there on the edge of the high lake watching the clouds come over the hill hoping it would rain later so that I could fish that last few minutes before dinner. Soon it came to me that being able to be out in the wilderness and experience the wonders of God's creation meant that even if it rained I was one lucky man.

When it comes down to life in the city, I think people start to become callous to the fact that their lives are passing them by and they don't even have a clue. We dive every day into the work and money that take every last second of our time and never see what we are really here for. Then we wonder why our lives seem so absolutely empty.

I guess this post is that simple. I need to get out more and get away from the city. It really comes down to remembering who I am.