One of the Last Rides for the Old Tram

I was cleaning out a part of my computer when I discovered these pictures from two summers ago. I used to work for a music festival at the base of a mountain resort. From my booth, I would watch people ride up and down the tram to the top of the mountain all day long, but I never got to go myself. I imagine this is how employees at an airport might feel. Everyday they are surrounded by the promise of adventure, the hint of excitement, the lure of the unknown. Yet everyday they only get to watch as others board the plane. I imagine they get used to it, but I always seemed to harbor a strange twinge of jealousy toward those who had more freedom in purchasing a tram ticket to ride the tram than I did in my ability to ride for free but no time to go. Perhaps you think I'm being silly. It's just a tram ride to the top of a mountain, I've been on top of mountains before and I used to live in a place where I could go to the top of a mountain any time I chose. What's so special about being on top of a mountain or getting on that plane and so on... My answer? Perspective. Even if you have no other pursuit in your life, you should always strive to gain a new perspective.