Slower

Sometimes you hike for miles, all uphill, and you can't see the forest for the trees. Or the range for the mountains. So you trust your trail. To get you above it all. Where it all becomes clear. What a refreshing perspective.

I'm thinking about being a grape. Just hanging out in the late summer sun. Getting ready to be a drop or two in a great glass of wine. Is that too ambitious for a Sunday?

Take one flowing stream and a quiet lake; call me in the morning. I think you'll feel better. Really. Press Play for a dose.

Flowers. Miles and miles of them. Seeing is believing. C'mon, Press Play.

I know it looks a little weird like this. But I'll take it. I think you should, too. Go take a walk. Don't worry about the weather. Happy Slower Sunday.

To light up the whole place. Hope you wore your eclipse glasses.

Love this early morning light. Worth getting out of bed for. So, c'mon. Get up! Press Play for the preview. Happy Sunday.

The trailhead's 5 miles behind us. Trail's only supposed to be 4.5 miles long. Just 4.5 miles to a stunning alpine lake. So I'm starting to wonder. Where's the lake? Press Play and see.

Doesn't smell as sweet as a rose. Doesn't smell at all. When you look this good, you don't need perfume. The day these start to open up, you just drop everything and stare. So, stare all you like. My hibiscus is your hibiscus. Just Press Play.

So why didn't it just go straight? You'd think that would have been easier. More natural, even. Just not as much fun, I guess.