top of the morning from Top of the World

When my two sons were little, we used to walk the short distance from our house to the nearby baseball field. It sits perched above Denver, surrounded by a guardian row of big spruce trees. From here you can see all of Denver and all of Green Mountain and lots of the Front Range mountains as well. We played our own version of baseball and I marveled at the beauty of ‘top of the world park’ as I called it to myself. Today I decided to juggle priorities once again. The bills call to me or rather shout ugly accusations more likely. So in an effort to get some of these life chores accomplished I devised a plan to reward myself like a parent would reward a child. But in this case, it was dessert first. All I have to do to reach ‘top of the world’ is walk past the next-door neighbor’s house and up a flight of steps. I’m there. How sweet is it that when I bought my house 15 years ago, these visual treasures were waiting nearby for discovery. All I had to do was open my eyes.