Getting There

Once in a while I escape to the roof of our building just to think. It’s great up here – like hiking up on the ridges in the Columbia Gorge. The sounds are distant, the sights are distant, the world is distant. It’s like looking at my future – a distant future. Will I die tomorrow? Will I live another year? Another five years? If I make it to 80 years old – will I still be able to do science and medicine? What if I live to be 100 years old? Will I remember what love was?
- Just a peasant
Photo from the roof of my department (click to enlarge) - Spring is not quite here yet.