These last few days have been something I never thought I would experience. Going to Cuba, seeing such poverty, and losing a friend. I never thought it would happen to me. But realizing how naive and vain that sentence is, maybe it was exactly what should have happened to me. Karma has a funny way of working, maybe it's decided to work against me.
Quick, measured footsteps across the hard packed dirt of Marmot Basin. The sun dips low, it's yellow glow stretching out of sight. A sultry glance around displays the vast and magnificient Albertain view. The thin mountain air pulls at my lungs, leaving me empty of breath. A quick recovery and I'm on my feet, walking quickly to the summit.
I've been walking all day, the mid-july sun beating against my back. A single bead of sweat gathering on the back of my neck. I wipe it quickly away, before it can soak into my thin, sleevless shirt. I rarely sweat, preferring to stay in cool enviroments. Just thinking about my heavily air conditioned house and the ice cold leather of my couch, helps to focus me on fnishing my current task. Before long I'm slidding on to the black of the driver's seat of my Mercedes and speeding out of the parking lot.
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