I grew up looking at Pikes Peak. It was as ordinary to me as white bread, as milk. It bewildered me how many photos tourists took of it.
Now, every morning, I wake up and go down the hall to my office to look at what is happening on the mountain. Or, as Christopher Robin says, The Mountain. Here is how it looked Sunday morning.
Is there a place in your childhood world you took for granted? One you didn’t love and now do?