River. Canoeing down the St. Croix, falling into the Flambeau, tubing down the Apple and Cannon, fishing in the Yellowstone, Mississippi headwaters. The smell of water.
Fresh. A fresh and crunchy salad with fresh-baked bread.
Escape. A Bobaloo and Jill
Moment. Breathe in, breathe out.
Night. Laying on a picnic table at the KOA listening to Kevin Kling and watching for meteors, the counting of satellites.
|Today, this picture inspires me.|