Less Difficult - Missoula, Montana

“There are two things that are more difficult than making an after-dinner speech: climbing a wall which is leaning toward you and kissing a girl who is leaning away from you.” 
- Winston Churchill (1874-1965)

Short-sighted Prognosis - Missoula, Montana

Ahh, the perceived wisdom strewn amongst rooftops and back alleys! And then there are those glass-half-full brand of folk who insist the future's so bright, as they put on their shades in faith. 
Me, I just find that daily thankfulness for small niceties- say, adequate food and shelter and clothing - puts a whole new spin on things. (Repeat as needed.)

Mountain View-Through - St. Ignatius, Montana

"We see the world through the lens of all our experiences; that is a fundamental part of the human condition." -Madeleine M. Kunin

Southward Mountains - Missoula, Montana

And the mountains, 
borrowing blue 
from this vast Montana sky, rise 
above tree-lined city streets. 
The most solid 
of geographical anchors, yet 
disappearing entirely
in the mists of winter morning fog.
- cjh

Cottonwood Corridor - Missoula, Montana

Falling in the creek (almost) is not quite like falling in love (for real).
But they have their similarities.

The good news is I did not fall in the creek yesterday - which would have been hilarious, since not life threatening this time of year, but terribly inconvenient to my hectic afternoon at work.
The little outcrop of tree debris and ice - which I heartily poked with a stick to be sure it wouldn't sink - lured me with promise of a better perspective; a low leg stretch brought it in reach. I just didn't count on a camera arm extension adding too much teeter to my tottering islet. Oh, plus I let go of my designated safety branch attached to the big, sturdy tree. Enter flailing, stage right (where is my safety branch?!); exit with a less than spectacular topple onto my right hand - which also cradled my phone/camera/music source, thus bending my headphone jack, cutting out sound to the left earpiece. BUT neither I nor phone/etc embraced chilly water ie. good news.

Which circles back to falling in love - really!
From my (dry) point of view, here are a few parallels:
- the glorious possibilities of in-loveness can addle our sound judgement and even nudge us off balance from a more cautious perspective. Thus, It's a good idea to (metaphorically) poke future scenarios a little more aggressively and with a sturdier stick
- sometimes a stretch out of your comfort zone leads to a clearer perspective
- alternately, sometimes how far you have to stretch is a big fat clue that this is not a smart choice
- we often try to do too much in the limited special time we set aside, instead of simply being fully present in a beautiful moment - and then we miss out on half of what we need to hear.
- when falling ends in a bad landing, we are somewhat shaken by realization that it could have been much worse, and mentally promise ourselves to never again be this stupid - well, at least not this exact version of stupid. 

That's all I've got.
But perhaps you can cull a few more similarities, from your own near-fallings, love-  or  other-ward? I'd love to read your comments, below!

Winter Riverbank - East Missoula, Montana

"The mark of a successful man is one that has spent an entire day on the bank of a river without feeling guilty about it." — (Chinese philosopher)

Winter Sky - East Missoula, Montana

"It is a spur that one feels at this season more than any other. How nimbly you step forth! The woods roar, the waters shine, and the hills look invitingly near. You do not miss the flowers and the songsters, or wish the trees or fields any different, or heavens any nearer. Every object pleases...the straight light-gray trunks of the trees...how curious they look, and as if surprised in undress." - from "Winter Sunshine" by John Burroughs (1837-1921) 

Winter Freshet - Missoula, Montana

"Under the bank, close-shadowed from the sun, 
By winter freshets spun, 
Dry tangled wreckage hung above the shallows ..."

- from The Kingfisher by Martin Donisthorpe Armstrong (1882-1974)