Elevation
I hate the heat. I was born and raised in Georgia but something got wired wrong and I am much happier in the cool climate. When my friends and I play the beach or mountains game, it's a no brainer for me. I want the occasional snow. I want crispy leaves to walk in, I want to just in a stream when it’s warm ina summer day but wear a jacket by a campfire on a summer night. I can’t understand sitting in muggy heat. I have friends that love the heat. They sit in it like little cactuses. So on days when the mosquitoes are lined up to take a sip of me and the air feels like hot wet toilet paper, I think of Highlands. Of the cool mornings reading on the porch. Charlie swinging beside me and listening to the creek.
I think I need elevation. I need the air to thin a bit for my brain to function. Then you can see things from a different perspective. A higher perspective. Things seem more ordered and clear from above. You can see where the rivers will turn and when the hill becomes a valley.
And besides, in the high elevation you get crackling fires after dinner. And everything is beautiful in the firelight.
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