The trails start to come alive as springtime goes into full effect.
I love those mornings when the road is blanketed in fog – something mysterious yet soothing about how it slowly reveals what’s underneath it as it leads the way.
“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”
~ Maya Angelou
a day late but this one has been rotating on my iPod all week.