Even with the hot desert sun pressing its radiating heat against my face and my backpack stuck against my back with a sheen of sweat, I felt nothing but joy.
sometimes you just have to be a kook in order to have a little fun
Even with the hot desert sun pressing its radiating heat against my face and my backpack stuck against my back with a sheen of sweat, I felt nothing but joy.
I was somewhat desperate for it, that casual walk in nature. I’d been feeling untethered as of late, all the parts of me pulling apart while I tried, with lost fingers, to pull them back together again into a new form; one that felt more like who I was than who I had been.