Baked scones last night. Wore a dress and knee socks. Have gotten lost in art-journal-making. Listening to lots of music, I think I might be finding that old rhythm again. The air is so chilly outside, I think it's going to be an early winter. Some how I don't mind.
Two weeks ago I was up above the arctic circle with two friends for a night. That's where I took this picture. The evening we were there we were planning to hike, but we ended up just walking our way up the highway. I'm glad we did. It was beautiful, the sun was shining through the clouds, the mountains were all around us, the wind kept saying hello, and the pavement was warm on our backs as we lay in the road.
I couldn't help but feel alive and free there, but mostly just filled with an insuppressible joy. It's good to be where I am, even if it's lonely, even when it's hard, it's good. It's really good.