And Trish, I was just thinking as I woke up this morning, if I'd thrown a rock from the top of my mountain straight down, it might have landed right there on top of yours when you were growing up. If I could have thrown a rock that far!
I don't think I said so up above, but I can hear the longing in your words too.
I won't be in the mountains today, but close. More like hills. But when I see that morning mist and those lovely colors, I'll think of you.
You have a really good weekend.
