seven-mile walk/run

What does one do on a beautiful afternoon? 

Walk all over town, apparently. :)

bathing in sunshine.

Today was wonderful. 

I overcame some fears and climbed a fire tower.

Had fun with someone I love. 

And appreciated the beauty around me. 

"absurd as it seemed"

Saturday mornings:

breakfast & reading feet-to-feet.

approaching the edge

Can I just say how much I love the smell of rain? The coolness that dissolves the muggy heat, the gentle rumbling of thunder in the distance. Sky invaded by thick, heavy clouds, threatening (or promising) precipitation. Something about these rainy afternoons makes me think that they'll never end, suspended in a cool grey eternity. That is, until the fat drops fall.

How much like life the anticipation -- the calm before the storm -- is. What is it about liminal spaces that makes people wish they'll never end? Dusk, the months before graduation, the time before the clouds break. The hazy time before we're either plunged into darkness blind or with a flashlight.

mid-november thoughts

My time in the lovely state of Oregon is quickly coming to a close. It seems like just a few weeks ago I embarked on this adventure - an adventure that took me across the country and out of school for the longest time since I was three. And you know what? I have no regrets.

My time here has given me the leisure to examine myself a bit more than I would typically have time to, between juggling two jobs and a full-time class schedule in Asheville. I am glad that I had the opportunity to come to the west coast... even if initially it wasn't under such happy circumstances. This climate, the flora and fauna of the Umqua valley, and the people I've met have made this an unforgettable seven months.

I'll miss you, Pacific northwest. Thank you for sharing some of your majesty with this girl from the south.

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