Wee elves running along the rim path

David in his little orange hood and Sofia about to vanish around a corner at the top of Cannon Mountain. There’s something that smacks of faerie about the tops of mountains: maybe the tiny scale of the trees, the moss and lichens, and the clouds that race above your head so that it seems like the film of the sky is running at double speed during the waning days of our vacation and of summer. What an amazing week.

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