Where the deserts meet the mountains.

The ones you can be your true unedited version of yourself with?

I love thin mountain air.

If I close my eyes I can see you.

I miss those open roads.

I think about your past places.

Just in case you forgot... it’s Friday.

I’ve preached present living. I’ve daydreamed about present living. But I’ve struggled to find present living in the past. In recent months, I’ve been making progress though.

I did not ski a single day this season…

Keeping my lust for mountains limited to beautiful memories right now.

“When someone tells you who they are, believe them” - Maya Angelou.

Plot twist -- we broke up.

Places where the concrete forests we've grown accustom to fade into the distance.