The greatest pressures are the ones we put on ourselves.
Many years ago, I had a recurring dream where I was driving and the road and everything I could see was covered in fresh white snow.
So, I guess this is the middle. No longer from but toward. A second half in need of navigation. Welcome to intermission, let’s get a snack from the lobby.
I was lost in the canyon, unable to find my glasses which had been knocked off by a tree branch, and my brother, so I thought, was going to die.
