Sinead, Jose and I made it to the top of Bare Mountain yesterday.


The ambience of late summer persists with dry warmth and undulating green. Up close, however, there is evidence of the inexorable approach of fall.

Did the season enable our choice of topics? Our talk was by turns thoughtful, mixed with various griefs and life challenges, and amusing, rippled by laughter. The last time I was up here we also spoke of what one might call the spiritual.

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