Had a deposition at the Jordan Commons sky rise in the Strong and Hanni conference room on the eight floor. Its panoramic glass windows offered a perfect view up at the Wasatch Range. I was representing one of two woman who got pounded on by a bar tender at Club 90.
The Defense was deposing one of the witnesses. She couldn't remember anything--maybe on purpose--it gave me an opportunity to window gaze a bit between pauses in the dialogue.
There is something magical that happens when you get above all the riff-raff and view-pollution and have a little height. You can then get an unimpeded look at the massive mountains of the Wasatch front. They had a swirl of clouds caught in their great shoulders, a light dusting of snow, and fall colors bursting out at their base.
They felt like an anchor, a familiar friend, a reminder of solidity in a sea of change.
Then the depo ended and I had to go back down to the first floor. The splendor was just not the same with the power lines, nearby construction and cars. So what's the big picture here? What is the majesty of this country? What would we see with just a little height? What is blocking our view? Can any real good come when spoilers mire us in a crisis and expect to there find reason? The mountain is there before our eyes, let me take you up the eight stories to see it.
Loren M. Lambert © October 4, 2013
The Defense was deposing one of the witnesses. She couldn't remember anything--maybe on purpose--it gave me an opportunity to window gaze a bit between pauses in the dialogue.
There is something magical that happens when you get above all the riff-raff and view-pollution and have a little height. You can then get an unimpeded look at the massive mountains of the Wasatch front. They had a swirl of clouds caught in their great shoulders, a light dusting of snow, and fall colors bursting out at their base.
They felt like an anchor, a familiar friend, a reminder of solidity in a sea of change.
Then the depo ended and I had to go back down to the first floor. The splendor was just not the same with the power lines, nearby construction and cars. So what's the big picture here? What is the majesty of this country? What would we see with just a little height? What is blocking our view? Can any real good come when spoilers mire us in a crisis and expect to there find reason? The mountain is there before our eyes, let me take you up the eight stories to see it.
Loren M. Lambert © October 4, 2013
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