He hoped hiking amid this nature-rich, mountainous setting would relieve the overburdening pressure of his workday corporate existence. Oh, the grassy loam cushioning his every step here. Ah, the cloudless azure of unlimited overhead. Ooh, the gossamer foliage through which he saw multi-height peaks in the distant mist. Multi-height? Tall next to less-tall peaks?  Taller next to more-tall peaks? The more he stared at those different-size peaks, the more they morphed into something other than mountains.  “Good God, a graph,” he thought. In his mind’s eye, those various-size mountain peaks became spires of different height on a profit-loss graph. “Way out here, even way out here,” he moaned, “I’m back in the office.”


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