Monday....work begins 7 a.m....completion 6 p.m. - no 10 minute breaks, no lunch, plenty of parking spaces upon arrival, plenty upon departure, and that's just the way it is. Mind and body seem to sputter and short circuit, pushing to Monday's finale.
Ignition, lights, reverse, first gear, hit the tunes, ascend from the gray concrete parking tomb. Always unexpected, shocking, she appears, demanding full attention, minimizing all at her feet, the first object in sight. Mt. Timpanogos - my grand pink lacy, sucking the majestic sunset into her brilliant white peaks, outlined against a crisp, crystal blue sky, donning a weightless puff of cotton against her face.
Even before parking ramp regurgition is complete and second gear is found - renewed, cleansed, transformed - life is good - no, life is grand!
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Dennen and I are always in awe of that mountain whenever we come to visit. There aren't any that can even compare in Logan.
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