It’s not me. I was sitting with my feet on the chair across from me drinking a stein of beer, thinking about the miles of blueberry bushes we snacked on to arrive in this Alpine meadow. The hikers at the table in front of me turned around and smiled. I was humming a traditional German song I remembered from my childhood; one they shared as well. We certainly deserved the song as we were “wandering along the mountain tracks”, like the lyrics dictate.
We started our day with clouds and mist, a mere temptation to go up in search of sun. Today that meant hiking right up through the clouds to the top of Smittinhohe, Austria where the clouds dissipated in time for lunch and… THE BEST view. Or so we thought. That’s when the tiny flash caught my eye, and the camera lens helped me realize it was someone more adventurous then me; with THAT view.
Parasailing above the Austrian Alps. Parasailing above me, below me, and through the clouds, like me. I could try to imagine what he was thinking, and more important what he was seeing , but instead does there have to be a reason, a vision, a sport, or can it just be? The truth is, while I loved watching him, I am not sure I would want to be with him. But you know.. together we could just….. be.
Grab life and let it grab you back.