5/25/17
I woke this morning to the sound of birds and strong sunlight on my face, peaking through the blinds, and the feeling that half the day had passed already. Thus the day's squabble between my mind and body began. But this little tiff by no means dampens the sense of adventure and thirst for it. Just barely ten minutes down the road, we park the car and head into the woods. The trees are tall, slinder and plentiful. All around, moss thrives and from it, myriad fern sprouts reach toward the sun. All is so alive and so very green.You could feel the pulse of those roaring waters long before hearing them, and hearing long before seeing. We made our way down the slope to a small stretch of pebbled river bank to discover a wild, leaping thing, made up of the clearest water. That wild thing roared, but seemed to hush everything but wonder in its spectators. We lingered for some time, then returned to the car for the drive into Anchorage and to lunch. It's a lazy afternoon and Mara and I go on a walk before heading to bed. It's damp from rain and the clouds are settled as so to just hide the tops of the handsome mountains. It's cool, but in and clean and quiet sort of way.
If this place were a cup, I'd drink it a thousand times over.
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