Going away is as wonderful as you make it even amongst the lost luggage, delayed flights, and crazy drunk meth heads on a Seattle bus determined to place their erect manhood on anyone; soldier, Alaska's Fish and wildlife higher up, or skate boarding teenager they could find to rub up against and putrefy. I mention this scene because it was in stark contrast to the rest of the trip it was, but a blip of time, and it could have sullied it all.Getting past the bleeping blip and embracing the experience the mountains as your backdrop, freedom in the air is easier.
Blip sometimes are more intense, like full out bleeping ; you lose your job, accident not going home today, no more love divorce, I'm sorry she didn't make it.
It becomes all about getting past that one horrible blip in time that changed everything. It is walking on the crack in the sidewalk, breathing past the cemetery, and closing your eyes tight and smiling toward the sky grateful for all the seconds before the blip and then opening them wide into the air and being grateful for all the seconds of remembering.
