Whenever i’m low, it helps to remember certain places.
When i was little, there was a mountain quite close that fascinated me. I wondered what amazing sites might be seen from the top of the mountain. Maybe on the other side there would be some sort of strangely coloured landscape, or the ocean, or an unexpected city. I always imagined too, that there must be at least one person living out there amongst the trees of that mountain. Maybe even an entire family. Secret people that nobody else knew about. I’d look for them through my parent’s binoculars sometimes. But i never found them. They’d know all about what’s on the other side.