Wind howled like I have never heard. A constant assault of high velocity air hammered Mt. LeConte from dusk till dawn. As I transformed my thoughts into words, the wind continued to shake the Great Smoky Mountains for all they were worth.
Warm and cozy in my loft, I stared in admiration from the convenient perch. Dry, happy, and humble - I picked up a new book and settled in. It wouldn’t be a day to venture out; but rather, a day to nestle into the words of another.
“That’s the thing about books.
They let you travel without moving your feet.”