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A holiday destination looms large as I zoom in on my journey's joyous end - then to discover deviation signs, assigning a circuit that turns me back on the track. Stacked is a table with a feast of festive courses, more as an indication of life-style than a wild promise of excess; but the worry starts when part of the splendid menu is carried away. A plane that was lifting me up to heaven's level lacks the fuel to pull its full bulk above the clouds; so I loudly bemoan a thwarted throne, as the engine cuts and I sputter earthwards.      The mountaineer who knows his force is spent,      must settle for a path that means descent.