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For Steven

For Steven

Mother Nature teases me, signaling fall’s approach, Her intentions manifested in the wind, played through rustling leaves losing their glossiness, shards of sunlight piercing the canopies at angles lowered for the autumn dance between Earth and Sun. Shades from Her...
First Ruck at the Lake

First Ruck at the Lake

I went on a ruck, the first since having moved my cheese into the woods. Unpacking, organizing, and making a nest continues, but the forest called out to me, and I answered by putting boots on the ground. My decision to take a hiking pole paid off during ascents and...