Yesterday I took a walk by the lake. The clouds scudded over the sun at intervals, and the shadows ran across the grass. I wanted to soak it all in, because this may be the last time I walk here before our mountain adventure comes to a close.
Today I walked the nearby trail.
I’ve seen old things, long buried, dragged to the surface. And I’ve seen the tiniest new shoots of green poking their timid heads through the ground, and they know that somehow they’ll make it.
So I had to take the dreaded selfie, because I wanted to capture myself in my natural habitat. I even pulled my greasy pony tail down for the occasion.
And then I took a deep breath, pulled my hair back up, and climbed down the mountain. And took my new self with me.