Why the wind blows.
Ten hours later, I awoke from a writer’s haze with ten pages of content and the owner of the café fiddling with the Wifi, indicating
It only takes about 30 minutes of hitchhiking in the dark with a bottle of wine in hand to question if you’re homeless, a vagabond,
With taut backs and tempered laughs, ten km’s – no more. Fate happed on a stranger’s path from which we took our course. Into gulch,
It only took thirty minutes and two wet socks for me to realize the weight on my back and distance I had to travel. In
It’s hard to describe the feeling of freedom. I think it’s different for everyone. To me, freedom is the feeling of well-worn wet socks, glacial