He read about a hike called the incline in the guidebook. It said it was a strenuous hike and to bring plenty of water. “A beautiful hike to the clouds” described one review. “Not for the faint-hearted,” said another. “Not too bad of a workout”, bragged a third review. I thought I’d hike it when I fly in from Maryland on my day off from the senior citizen's wellness conference. I hiked 2 miles a day around the neighborhood so I could handle a 1.1-mile hike. What a foolish mistake that was for a 70-year-old low-lander.
It was cloudy outside but not really raining. There was a light sprinkle at most and there certainly wasn't a need for an umbrella. This hadn't stopped Sarah from pulling her umbrella out and opening it. It had nothing to do with the weather or the potential rain later that day. Sarah used the umbrella to hide.
There were a lot of paintings of monkeys waving bamboo sticks in the gallery.
When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.
So is cheerfulness, or a good temper, the more it is spent, the more remains.
It's always a good idea to seek shelter from the evil gaze of the sun.
Trust only movement. Life happens at the level of events, not of words. Trust movement.
