Take a walk. Find your spot. Sit down.
Last week, they were saying 2020 is probably the year the glaciers disappear here.
A cool dream. Beyond cool. A cold dream. I dreamt I was dreaming of white.
The Triathlon's a killer. You swim a mile. You run 6. Everything in moderation. Like that study, about how you live longer if you run regularly. And how the slower runners, the joggers, live even longer than the fast runners. Slow but steady. Press Play. See the Way.
I heard if you take small bites and chew slowly - you'll actually eat less. I told them, too. Works for everybody, huh?
If size matters more than smell, the Rose of Sharon takes the prize. Just look at it. Go on. Stare. My hibiscus is your hibiscus. Press Play. Beautiful Way to start Sunday.
This ain't no fooling' around. C'mon, show a little respect. And back off. It's time for brunch.
Some Summer Sundays are meant for slow swimming, just floating. Some for slow strollin'. And some, well, you could just scratch.
This is all about ... you. Are you hot? Or are you cool? Let's see.
This is a beautifully strange walk. Starts normal. You walk from the parking lot to the trailhead. You head toward the canyon. You enter the canyon. It gets narrower. And narrower. Press Play.