It’s nice to getaway and have a new view for writing. Mornings with coffee and the chatter of tourists, as well as the valley’s climbers, along with big windows to look through, makes a couple of hours of tapping keys a relaxing, creative moment.
Walking and hiking and wandering away the day after writing, is, undoubtedly, a fortune and a luxury. I have seen the opposite of that within the human condition, to an extreme, more than once, and thus, moments of breathing with ease are precious gifts, to me.
In the changing color of leaves, there is pending death and the knowledge of rebirth, in a sense. The cycle gives me hope.
Love it!