|Dog walks man.|
Later on in life I lived in Oklahoma which was, on one side of town and toward the center of the state, pretty hilly - long rolling hills yonder. The other side of Tulsa, towards the NE and Joplin, brought flat into a whole new dimension. I worked at a classical FM station and on clear nights, our meager FM signal would reach out to the NE for about 120 miles; truly something. "Nothin' blockin' it but the sun" as the saying went.
|more morning "flat"|
Why this "flat" fixation today? Not sure other than the dog took me for a walk down to the bay and the sand and water were, well, still and flat; they looked new. My dog has probably never walked on a hill. He walks on lawns that are flat, runs on a beach that is flatter, and scoots around the house on floors that....do I have to say it?
Point is life is hardly flat. We/I spend a lot of time going uphill, looking to hit the crest of something so I can coast down the other side.
Not today but maybe.