The first step to summit seems so small. There’s so much road ahead. Yet the first step is what the rest of the journey relies upon.

What used to be. What once was, gone. What was empty, filled.

Does it surprise you? The time to pack a bag and walk out the front door. The energy to write down your to do list. Cleaning your room.

It’s 1903. You hate driving in the rain. Why? Every time you do you have to get out of your car every few miles and wipe the windshield with a rag. So you head to your local hardware store looking for some fans to install on your hood to blow the rain away. “How would…

Falling into place. Piece by piece. Five hundred foot view to a thousand and back again.