Do you know what we don't do enough of? Climbing mountains.
I don't mean Stina and myself, of course. We.. Wait, no. I DO mean Stina and myself. I don't mean humans in general. Humans in general climb too many mountains, but Stina and I don't climb enough.
When I was in Austria, I climbed a few mountains. Not like MOUNTAINS mountains. They have those, but I've never been a mountaineer, but like very tall hills that didn't have paths. Those were fun to climb. I climbed through forests. I like climbing through forests. In the very distant future, like after Lochlan is in college, maybe Stina and I should consider moving to Montana or something. I do love Montana. I dunno. Oh, man. The most painful thing about being aware of my mortality is that there just isn't enough time to live all the lives I want to live. I want Lochlan to grow up in a city and in the country, and heck, even have the chance to have a dull suburban life, winky.
And I want to have a retired life that is like my parents, looking out on the farm they've built, enjoying the sunset and a glass of wine, hearing the geese honking. But I also want one that is entirely different, that involves ...oh, suddenly I am hard pressed to imagine what I'd want about city life as a retired person. As a young person, I want my kid to be exposed to lots of local vibrancy. To all the different ways people live, which are all smushed together in the city. But when the experiences of life have been had, I dunno.
I'm sad that we don't get to live forever. Life is too short.
Photo Credit, my wife 
This is one of the things that exists in a city that you'd have to travel to get to if you live on a farm.
