Like realizing my car has a sun roof. I really didn't know. I don't know how I didn't know. But now I know.
Like falling asleep on the way to the Berkshires, and waking up to jazz music and to ice coffee that is still ice cold.
Like finding waterfalls, and stony ledges, and expansive vistas. And, at the peak of Mount Greylock, a historic lodge, built of stone and shingles, with views that say, "Sit here. Really."
And, back in the city, like looking up from my harborside glass of rose and seeing a slice of blue sky.
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