The day you leave for a trip on which you’ll drive treacherous mountain roads alone for hours, I rehearse losing you, absurd gesture, useless
don’t know the difference between a rock and a hard place because it’s all rocks and hard places all sweat and moans to no
We find only the world we look for. —Henry David Thoreau I Walking now after the storm has blown away is once again an
They take possession of the wet spring with their arresting fragrance, above the rock blue sky so startling in May’s chilly air. Swimming against