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The Itch of Memory

A life colored with
Mountains from past adventures
Shakes stairs with boot treads

While pushing paper from one side of my desk to the other, a memory yanked me from my seat and dragged me into the past--to the gnarled toes of the Rocky Mountains, where Going-to-the-Sun Highway curls toward endless blue. The odors of Montana carressed me; swaying green pines blinded me; the joy of cycling across the country nearly up-ended me from my uncomfortable desk chair.

My legs itched for the pedals.

And so, I walked down the stairs insead of riding in the elevator.

I guess, sometimes we just need mountains, even small ones.