War is to man what motherhood is to woman — a burden, a source of untold suffering, and yet a glory.
Today we woke up early, went to the apple orchard where my very favorite hard cider comes from. We proceeded to drive down to a part of the Appalachian trail where their are many abandoned campsites and a wire suspension bridge that is very bouncy and very high over a rushing river. We played with sticks in the woods and it was lovely.
I keep forgetting we are moving in a week and a half (fingers crossed)
Thor crosses the Bifrost as a lightning bolt perfectly follows the path of a rainbow.
Photograph by Birk Möbius
We waste so many days waiting for weekend. So many nights wanting morning. Our lust for future comfort is the biggest thief of life.