Sometimes a little walk is all you need to tug your world back into focus.
Spring fuels the delusion that you can live in harmony without impacting anyone else, but the birds know better.
I shouldn’t have left the keys in the ignition, but that’s what happened and all the sorry in the world wasn’t going to fix my problem.
In his absence, Bob’s world was unalterably changed—torn up and rearranged.
Kersten is delighted by how quickly we arrive at the trailhead, and after two dashes back to the car—Kersten to shed her sweater and I to retrieve my hair tie—we launch our Thursday morning adventure.