From the top of the mountain, she will take in the view. She will inhale and exhale, “It is well, it is well, for all I’ve been through, I now have a story to tell.”
– Morgan Harper Nichols
For the Love of the trail...
“She lost herself in the trees among the ever-changing leaves. She wept beneath the wild sky as stars told stories of ancient times. The flowers grew toward her light, the river called her name at night. She could not live an ordinary life with the mysteries of the universe hidden in her eyes.”
– Christy Ann Martine
