sleepy

Yesterday was a near-perfect fall day. So I walked. And walked. I was exhausted by the evening. I stayed up too late, and I am fighting off sleep now as I write this. I am still thinking about the top of Bear Mountain. It was so beautiful. But I am horribly afraid of heights, and watching people sit on those rocks, near the edge, freaked me out. I stayed back at least a few dozen feet. I always feel that if I get closer to the edge something will pull me over.