Diners With Windows

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. They have a lot to teach.</p><p id="534d">I may as well reveal something else about me that is a little weird. I vehemently refuse to eat in restaurants that do not have windows. I will not eat in a cavernous box. That’s unhealthy. When I eat I need that connection to Mother Gaia. I need a window to look out of. My imagination needs an outlet while the food-eating part of me enjoys its guilty pleasures. Even when eating at home I always eat near a window.</p><p id="d43e">Someday scientists will eventually prove me correct in regards to my fiercely held belief that food tastes better out-of-doors. I’ve been saying this for years and people just look at me like I’m a few dozen cards short of a full deck.</p><p id="99ae">Well, if you think that food definitely tastes better out-of-doors then I have an announcement to make. I have discovered the truth. It turns out that food tastes even better at the tippy-top of a mountain!</p><p id="0bca">I have only experienced this a few times but I know that there may not be any better place to eat. The air is crackling with electrical joy. Flavor is enhanced by a factor of one thousand. Taste buds are having little mini-orgasms.</p><p id="0039">Maybe it’s the altitude. I don’t know. Maybe it’s the spirit of the

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mountain. I don’t know. All I know is that food most emphatically tastes better at altitude.</p><p id="c21e">But if you can’t eat at the top of a mountain then at least eat at a windowed booth in some diner by the side of some road where you can look out the window at mountains rising softly above the endlessly flat desert of the land of sorrow. Let there always be someplace higher-up to send your mind to.</p><p id="96fe">Let there always be windows.</p><p id="4779"><i>Copyright by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.</i> <a href="https://readmedium.com/white-feather-archive-index-c95167f7dbaf"><b>White Feather Archive Index</b></a></p><p id="4866"><i>Speaking of mountains…</i></p><div id="3919" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/road-trip-with-an-angel-12d6354e8ac0"> <div> <div> <h2>Road Trip With an Angel</h2> <div><h3>A short story about fun, fun, fun!</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*JH8GAl8-kgRVVgn6f5dOoQ.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

And mountains with mojo

Source — (Pixabay)

Sitting in some restaurant located a long way down the highway in a land full of sorrow, I took a sip of iced tea and thought about elevation. From my windowed booth I stared out across the desert at distant mountains draped with cloaks of forest. A longing was born in me to go ever higher into the mountains. At that point in time I did not know how high I wanted to go. I just knew that my life’s trajectory was locked into an upwards-pointing trajectory.

It is simply impossible for me to go by a mountain without stopping and staring at it — and when I say, ‘staring at it,’ I mean commune with it. I have this compulsive urge to FEEL every mountain I come upon.

Every mountain is different. Each mountain has its own unique feel, unique vibes, unique temperament, unique knowledge, and unique soul. Most mountains have been around for a very long time. They have a lot to teach.

I may as well reveal something else about me that is a little weird. I vehemently refuse to eat in restaurants that do not have windows. I will not eat in a cavernous box. That’s unhealthy. When I eat I need that connection to Mother Gaia. I need a window to look out of. My imagination needs an outlet while the food-eating part of me enjoys its guilty pleasures. Even when eating at home I always eat near a window.

Someday scientists will eventually prove me correct in regards to my fiercely held belief that food tastes better out-of-doors. I’ve been saying this for years and people just look at me like I’m a few dozen cards short of a full deck.

Well, if you think that food definitely tastes better out-of-doors then I have an announcement to make. I have discovered the truth. It turns out that food tastes even better at the tippy-top of a mountain!

I have only experienced this a few times but I know that there may not be any better place to eat. The air is crackling with electrical joy. Flavor is enhanced by a factor of one thousand. Taste buds are having little mini-orgasms.

Maybe it’s the altitude. I don’t know. Maybe it’s the spirit of the mountain. I don’t know. All I know is that food most emphatically tastes better at altitude.

But if you can’t eat at the top of a mountain then at least eat at a windowed booth in some diner by the side of some road where you can look out the window at mountains rising softly above the endlessly flat desert of the land of sorrow. Let there always be someplace higher-up to send your mind to.

Let there always be windows.

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