I was distracted on my drive in to work today by a high-flying flock of gliding birds. They acted very much like buzzards, except they were too high up and occasionally showed flashes of white. I finally decided they must have been bald eagles.
It was really quite inspiring.
She’s barely holding on. She is losing feeling in her fingertips. She became convinced a while back that starting this climb was a mistake in the first place, but by then she had no choice; it was continue upward or fall to certain death. So she continued upward, on a journey she had already decided she could not finish.
And then she stopped to take a rest. It was never a long-term plan. She just wanted to do anything but climb. …
