Just the other day I felt
We could be everything
- BTE, Porcelain

I got up on the mountain at about 7 this morning and it was a gorgeous, cool and rainy morning. I did a lot of good running, and focused on picking my feet up so as to avoid the disaster that befell me the other day. One of my friends the other night suggested that perhaps it's time for me to give up trail running since I have such weak ankles, but that thought has never occurred to me. And of course it's ridiculous. The mountain is church. The mountain is beauty. It's solace and healing and celebration and grace. And peace.