Some time ago on the road thru Vermont a voice came from the shadows -Give me a place to stand and I can move the World- as I placed a feather in my cap. This night I was awakened thinking it was near daybreak to find the round moon bursting light onto my bed. The wind buffeting the van, I am anxious for tomorrow night when we will roll up the road on Mount Washington. I walked for over five hundred miles last summer against the prevailing winds of the mid-west. The mountains' winds could be all those combined. I often write of the wind, its favor and its lessons. What gems will the Mounts' winds have for us tomorrow? I wonder if the moon will still shine so brightly.
Given my 'place' to stand, can I move the World?