T.O.G.

If I should live to 94 and scale every mountain with my sweetheart always at my side, to breathe deeply the alpine air and be swallowed up by a mystery as tiny as a wildflower and as vast as the craggy peaks, to witness the impossible blueness of an icy lake, to name every tarn however humble, to be enchanted by the lichens draped by gnomes upon the golden larches and the twisted pines, I shall indeed have lived.

Goodbye Bill. How deep was your high journey.