by Kit | Feb 26, 2015 | On Living, Think About these Things, Uncategorized, Worthy of Praise
This morning slaps me on the face in a good way, like the tingle of aftershave, like a whiff of minty-fresh clarity. Today the mountains aren’t airbrushed or the least bit soft-spoken. They’re drawn with a fine tip, straightforward. Crags and cliffs...
