The final countdown

One week left before I set out on adventure. One week left to organize and get in order the life to which I shall return. One week left to laze about and soak in the indulgences of idle hands. The grip of vice holds loosely to me, knowing that its days are numbered. We spent spring amongst the meadow, and summered in the shadow of the tree line. This fall, however, marks the beginning of the focused and defined effort to summit the mountain before me.