There’s just something about the mountains. I can’t explain it. If I spend more than a week or two here in the Springs I feel like my heart starts to suffocate. Many times I don’t even notice it, but I just subtly begin to grow restless inside. I usually don’t even sense it until I 
actually do get away, head up into the mountains, and feel like I can finally breathe. That’s when I realize how much I’ve missed it. We’re coming upon the dead of winter now and except for skiing, there’s not a whole lot to do (Skiing doesn’t quite count as a refuge ……long lines to get on a lift, rich folks with thousands of dollars of equipment, overpriced food, sitting in traffic). Although I enjoy skiing, I can only handle so much of it. I can’t wait for the summer. This year I’m going to appreciate it, make the most of it, not let the craziness of life keep me from taking the time to breathe.
