I have long envisioned time as level. We go from birth to death in a single direction on a valley floor, like a drive across the Bonneville Salt Flats. But as I think of it now, time also has a vertical element. As I get older, I gain perspective not only from looking back, but viewing life from the height of time.
At this stage of life, I'm looking from the Stone Shelter at Cape Perpetua. Is Everest in my future?
