To stand still is the cruelest exile.

“The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.”

Look! These are just the fringes of his ways; Only a faint whisper has been heard of him!

In the quiet before the day begins in Santa Fe, Today truth stirs like restless horses.

We went looking for a fix and found a little more of ourselves instead.

“Adventure is just bad planning.”
—Roald Amundsen

Not all wealth is counted in coin. Some of it is the warmth of a late sun, the company of a soul, and the hush between crickets and stars.

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

I am hiking this morning.

When our footsteps fade, the moonlight remembers our journey.