only to find no new e-mails or deadjournals, A LITTLE PIECE OF ME DIES ON THE INSIDE. yes. DIES.
i walked around some giant mountains today taking pictures of a drawing of Steph (we renewed our vows+). then i climbed up a snowy hill to wade through knee deep snow in an unplowed parking lot. climbinb the alps with no boots, map, compass, or extra pair of socks is… special. like me. which is why i did it. luckily i have some common sense, so i am not quite dead yet. just moist.
I DREAM OF YOU PEOPLE EVERY NIGHT…
