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  • We were out hiking about, through the snow, though it did not feel cold, not at all. I was out in front of the others, and I had climbed up a little hill that plateaued, and eventually led into a peaceful woods. I was just lost in my own little world, not really paying attention to anything else but my walking, and the quiet, peaceful beauty of the moment and my immediate surroundings.

    A little later, I found myself approaching another hill, still in the snow. I thought it was just like the last one, and so began to climb again. Again, I was lost in the moment, just digging the walking, the climbing, oblivious to the others, in my own world, my own thoughts, as I continued to climb up that hill.

    Just then it occurred to me that this hill is not like the previous one I had climbed. It did not seem to be plateauing. It just kept going, upwards, and was getting steeper. I stopped, and looked around, and realized that, somehow, I had mindlessly climbed to an impossible height, and there was no end in sight going up. In fact, it had gotten too steep to climb up any further.

    Looking back, I realized that it was too far, and too steep, to try to turn around and go back down the way I came. It was now nighttime, visibility was bad, and it suddenly occurred to me that I was stuck there. No one else was around.

    I almost panicked, just then, but said to myself, “That won’t help. Just be calm, close your eyes, and see a way out of this. I know it looks bad, but just believe that it's not as bad as it looks.” So, I did just that, I closed my eyes, I saw myself safe and in peace, and despite my utter fear, I believed.

    When I opened them again, I was in my bed, and the alarm was just about to go off. It took me a moment or two to realize that I really wasn't stuck, that I didn't have to go back and try to figure my way out of the impossible perch, that it really had just been a dream. It had felt so real.

    I felt incredibly grateful to be there. To be here. Now.

    It was a good start to a new day.
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