When I'm in the starting gate, it's just me and the hill.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I'm very gregarious, but I love being in the hills on my own.
Just remember, once you're over the hill you begin to pick up speed.
One step outside the gate, and we are among the sand-hills that stretch for miles and miles round Vera Cruz.
Once you get over the first hill, there is always a new, higher one lurking, of course.
It's part of the human character to want to know what's over the next hill, to want to know what's beyond.
I just go with the flow, I follow the yellow brick road. I don't know where it's going to lead me, but I follow it.
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of gate-leaning while I am supposed to be gardening; instead of hoeing, I lean on the gate, stare at the vegetable beds and ponder.
Here I am at the end of the road and at the top of the heap.
I started at the top and worked my way down.
When the gate drops, it's time to try and execute the best you can.
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