It is one of my favourite places in the world.
Over the years I developed a little bit of a sunset celebration ritual.
I’d get the camp chairs, a beer and head to the far corner of the backyard.
The cats would follow me; they’d roll around on the grass, or chase phantom lizards, or stare at the cows.
I would just watch the sun disappear behind the mountain; its golden glow fading as I reflect on what a marvel life is.
No matter what was going on for me, I could never be without hope in this happy place.
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