I just want to sip espresso in Paris
I’m looking forward to fall. Cool days for cooler hikes, if you know what I mean. Thinking of doing winter thingy thang. Maybe snowboarding, haven’t don’t that in nearly a decade. Of course there will always be the rocks. Those big, beautiful, looming rocks. The century old places that I have come to call home. No matter how cold, or warm for that matter, it is, I will always find a way to them.
Fuck, its been a couple weeks.
Get back in the writing game