Sooner or later, each of us feels the need to escape.
The country folk go to the city.
The city folk go to the country.
Here on this mountaintop,
we are a mere 10 miles from the city of 80 thousand people.
Each of whom has fashioned a small cage
of reality out of the chaos of unreality.
Each of whom lives his life by the
steady reassuring ticking of the clock.