We chased the day westward, but the light still slipped away.

I am hiking this morning.

Trust is a fragile thing—especially when it comes wrapped in fur and vengeance.

Time to reflect, respect and recover.

It's harder than you might think. Some hearts hold a particular person quietly, faithfully—whether or not they ever get to say it aloud.

When our footsteps fade, the moonlight remembers our journey.

“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.”
 — Thomas Campbell

“We didn’t know we were changing the world. We just dug.” — The Gophers

Sweet Princes pray for dreams worth remembering, but sometimes the dark of consciousness chases the ether.

Some things fly better in memory than they ever did in air.