Sitting on this bench, looking at this view, with a somewhat unwilling companion I may have dragged up the hill hoping the horizon would work its magic I feel two things. One – that for the first time all day (week?) I can take a full breath. And second, in doing so, an awareness of an almost crushing weight in my chest of the stress and worry of this moment in time. Ever wonder if you are doing all the wrong things? Yeah, me too. Sure is a pretty day though.