That is beautiful picture. It resembles the view that I have out side my living room window today and every day. I love that view, just as I enjoy living in the solitude of a small New England town. Compared to the restricted life I led in prison, being free feels incredibly better than it ever did before prison. Back then I would not have appreciated a view like this. I would have said, “yes, its nice,” but it wouldn’t have the same effect.
Now I remember all the times I was locked in my cell or the 29 days I spent in the SHU (solitary confinement for civil folks); I used to dream of being in the mountains, or the beach when I got out. When my sentence was over, I was able to get a probation officer in the North Country where the mountains are. I wished for the beach, but I couldn’t afford it and I didn’t know anyone who could “sponsor” me for a probation sentence. Now I am in the mountains and every day I look out and feel blessed that I am here. I thank the powers that be for giving me another shot of freedom. I hope never to loose it again.