The closest metropolis to my house is home to 28,500 souls. Add the 2500 co-eds at a local women’s college, and that number exceeds 30,000! The street lights, stop lights and garbage pick-up of the “Big City” lend it the feel of a busy place. There are even parking cops ticketing cars that are in violation of meter rules. After late afternoon errands, I head home; generally, I pass over three bridges. The view grows more and more expansive. The cluster of houses spaces out and they give up encroaching on each other’s territories. As I leave the City, the bridges channel me away from the hustle and bustle. The bridges are more than a metaphor; they carry me toward the more tranquil life I lead on a secluded mountain with a view of the night sky and sometimes, the far away city lights.
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| Night sky from the mountain. |
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