Last summer: Team Eleven O’Clock, at the top of the Cologne cathedral, in Germany. Staggering, how quickly they made it up the stairs, practically racing up hundreds of steps so they could get . . . to that . . . view. Had the petals not stopped now and again to make sure I still had a pulse, I would still be in that tower, counting the steps.
Sometimes, you think you know what’s waiting for you at the end of a climb like that one. You think you know how cool it’ll be.
And then you get there. And you realize you didn’t imagine big enough.
I love it when that happens.
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