Take Your Life Where Your Wings Beg You to Fly

I am utterly terrified of heights, yet here I stand. 14,199 ft in the sky. I can't take credit. The Rocky Mountains move you like the wind moves the wings of a baby bird learning to fly. Steady as you go, they keep you climbing. Everything in harmony. The angles of the peaks mirror the jagged tops of pine trees, directing your eyes to the bluebird skies. Puffs of clouds hang high and drop low into the reflection of the quiet alpine lakes.  

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