Category: Inspiration

From season to season and place to place, our Land just can’t be called monotonous

As I crouched down, my clothes, fingernails, and backpack dug into the slightly moist dirt. There were a few bats.

I lower one foot down, searching for solid rock, while the other holds tight to higher ground in ballet stance.

At around 7:00 PM, it looks and feels like midnight outside in my cold and quiet mountaintop town. 

Maybe you were listening to the rustle of leaves in a tall forest, as focused on their melody and movement as if you were watching a ballet.