Don’t let those sunny pictures fool you – it was cold. And I forgot my backpack that had all my warm layers and the food stash. Michael graciously gave me his jacket as we hiked down the mountain in the dark.
Life does not consist mainly, or even largely, of facts and happenings. It consists mainly of the storm of thoughts that is forever blowing through one's head.
Don’t let those sunny pictures fool you – it was cold. And I forgot my backpack that had all my warm layers and the food stash. Michael graciously gave me his jacket as we hiked down the mountain in the dark.