When I was little I use to look out the train window and pretend that the big clouds low on the horizon were mountains off in the distance.

Then when I was 16 I took a train and saw the Alps out the window and realized my imaginary mountains didn’t compare.

When I was 28 I went with my two best friends on that same train ride to the Alps and was reminded how awesome they are.

Now I’m 30, looking out the train window at the clouds on the horizon imagining they are mountains in the distance. And it makes me cry to realize how much I really miss my friends.