I'm the book that beat the speed-reader, and I'm the card the dealers won't touch. And it's just not true I'm a man-eater; all the same, we should probably go dutch.
The things you pick up as you go.
The foliage changed overnight.
I was lucky enough to get home in time to take my first fall walk in the rain, and ended up on top of the mountain right as the storm broke. What amazing clouds and light, and I was right up there in the midst of it all.
Also, on a less cerebral note…I didn’t think my tits were that big.
I started looking for apartments for rent and seasonal jobs in the Virgin Islands the other day, because, why the hell not.
Then I realized that the only men I’d be bound to meet would be new grooms on their honeymoons and guys vacationing with their serious girlfriends.
The other evening, I did a barefoot hike up Deer’s Leap to watch the sun set. I didn’t see a single other soul until my way back down, when a porcupine (the first I’ve seen in my life,) and I stumbled upon each other 12 feet away as he was crossing the trail, and then I overtook a guy hiking the AT and was able to tell him he wasn’t that far from his night’s shelter.
It’s the little things.