My father and I hiked up a mountain yesterday. We ended up wandering off the trail (on accident) and having to scale a rock wall. It was worth it. I felt free.
Saturday, March 29, 2014
March is the most bizarre month of the year. It seems almost schizophrenic, like it can't quite choose between bone-chilling rawness and enveloping warmth.
Walking in the snow
My mother and I went on an emergency run to the big-box store to buy the third season of Downton Abbey
To run in the misting rain is to live
Posted by Kate Kinley at 5:53 PM