As a teacher, the wandering season is quickly ending. And, although Autumn brings the best wandering weather, truthfully I am feeling the end of summer blues. I feel like a feral bird whose wings have been clipped and confined to lie, flapless, in a wire cage. And so, choosing positivity over self-pity, I am choosing to relish the uneven footing on the pebbled beach and warm breeze in my face. There's always the weekends. At least I have sunkissed cheeks and dusting of freckles to remember I did in fact live Meanwhile in the Hoh Rainforest in the Olympia Penninsula of Washington State... ..there is so much life.
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