It's not a magical journey. It's not a fantastical one. It's not boring, but it's not unreal. It's the opposite. It's real. Really really real, and I am on it with Beth, my love.
She is wonderful, a treasure, and we are trekking together.
Yesterday we went on a 2 mile walk, explored a lake, snuck through a yard, and thought about crossing a bog. On final stretches of the walk, she picked these flowers, and we carried them back home. Colors of fall are already springing up.