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Once you have lived with mountains, there is no escape. You belong to them.
Almost always, it’s the unexpected that thrills us. It may only be a shaft of sunlight, slanting through the pillars of banyan tree; or dewdrops caught in a spider’s web; or, in the stillness of the mountains, the sudden chattter of a mountain stream as you round the bend of a hill;
Delight cannot be planned for—she makes no appointments!
The various kinds of tits did not fraternise much with each other; nor did they squabble. While the green-backs took their plunge, the red-heads waited patiently on the moss-covered rocks. I thought they showed more discipline than a crowd of people at a city water-tap.
