Let the wave hit your feet and the sand be your seat. - by Lisa Morris and Jason Spafford (@twowheel
Let the wave hit your feet and the sand be your seat. - by Lisa Morris and Jason Spafford (@twowheelednomad ) . “Night had fallen with a crystalline clarity that made the chill intense. The stars seemed to press down in a way that I hadn’t seen before. The God of Winter was not about to relinquish its hard-won dominion without a tussle. Through the night, the rain froze on impact leaving the ground frigid outside the tent. Pulling the warm sleeping bag around my shoulders, I attempted to fend off the night’s chill breath. I’d slept without changing for the last few nights, my clothes seemed part of me, like thick folds of aged skin. With traces of the moon bringing some illumination, trickling light into the world, I peeled myself unwillingly from my cocoon. The damp night air raining with snow felt sharp in my lungs: today was the day.” … Read the whole story on @expeditionportal (click link in profile) -- source link