Sublime

Gallien still held a picture in his mind of the odd, congenial youth striding down the trail in boots two sizes too big for him—Gallien’s own boots, the old brown Xtratufs he’d persuaded the kid to take.

melancholy connects us to our fundamental being.

vigil

ursine.

The blackest despair at the heart of them gets pressed to diamond.

Moving at human pace solidifies his connection to the land.