For two days in a row, I've woken up before four, tossed and turned for what felt like forever (but was actually fifteen minutes), and finally gotten up because it seemed silly to stare at the ceiling, waiting for the six o'clock alarm. Today would have been a threepeat if it hadn't been for my new, unofficial rule: Under no circumstances am I allowed to leave the object known as the bed before 4:30 AM, PDT. It's a dumb rule, but one I apparently need.

So now I'm sitting here at the computer, a cup of hot coffee next to the keyboard, feeling in the mood to write, but not in the mood to write about things I should be writing about (like hikes or sit spots or topics relevant to anybody not inside my head).

It's a bit like arriving at a park with every intention of hiking to a specific landmark and suddenly feeling the crushing need to hike anywhere but there. And it isn't that I don't want to visit it. I do. It's that I don't feel in the right frame of mind to appreciate or enjoy it the way it deserves to be enjoyed (or appreciated) and if that's the case, I would rather not spoil the experience.

Now that you've endured those three rambling paragraphs, I thought I'd share something I found on Flickr while I was attempting to write this entry.

According to the photographer, this is looking over the Pyrenees, on the border between Spain and France. It's simply breathtaking.

I was originally looking for time-lapse videos of Yosemite. That led to this dizzying bike ride time-lapse from Housekeeping Camp to Happy Isles. Unsatisfied, I broadened the search for any hiking-related time-lapse videos. That led me to this:

While it's a beautiful photo created from a time-lapse, it wasn't what I wanted. A few more clicks led me to the video you see above and then I ran out of time.

It's past six and I'm off to work. Happy Friday, everybody.