Sitting here in Whistler in a room with a patio, none of us knew existed, makes one ponder life. The clouds are hanging over the snow covered peaks and the sun is shining. The tunes are playing and we are having a couple of drinks. What more is there. I've been fortunate in my life to be able to come here for 8 years in a row and it is different yet the same every time. Maybe here is the same but I'm different. What ever it is, its not bad for a kid who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks.
Here's to appreciating where we are in life. "Glass is half full," or perhaps, "my cup runneth over" is more appropriate.
R.
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