Rainy Washington hike on a day I reflect on every year for the last 11 years - the year 17 year old me lost her mom and how she would spend every year since wishing it just wasn’t so - but how I’ve lived despite it all, despite everything I live 🪱 and how I love, I think it’s magical to love despite feeling like there’s no rug underneath my feet, I’m starting to realize there never was- and how freeing is that?
