Whew. You know when you climb, and climb over rocks, through impossible dirt and sand, tall thistles cutting you all around, and it's so hard to breathe, and you're huffing and puffing, and with everything you've got, you're calling upon the Little Engine That Could to get over that Mountain?

And finally, you notice that, either the topography is levelling out, or you're getting stronger. Breathing evens out. Legs are able to take even steps again, as each pace is not an exercise in pure, miserable drudgery.

Looking back, you note that the mountainous terrain was something of a sandhill, with its ups, downs, and rocky patches, and you vow to never, ever, allow yourself to fall into that pattern of travel again.

Fair winds.