this morning I woke up in Island Park and had to get on the road to make my way back to Bozeman. I drove through the fog as the sun was burning off the layer and getting started on the day. I was/am incredibly happy. for a few reasons, I was stunned by the beauty of this land I get to live in and I just spent another long weekend with James. the summer is coming and as madly as I would love to spend it with him forgetting about time and getting lost in the woods, streams, meadows and mountain tops of this amazing place, I revel in the simple thought that he makes me happy and his presence is intoxicating. I’m thinking he’s my personal brand of heroin.

something about island park smells like a retreat. a getaway and a place where you can get lost in the woods and be at peace with life. I could spend forever being lost in the woods as long as he’s there with me. I don’t care where we are, as long as it’s quiet and we don’t need to pay attention to anything else. and even more so I love the fact that I feel like I don’t have to hide the way I feel. there’s no need for games or secrets. I feel safe being open and honest, and I love him even more for letting me be this way. for creating a happy and safe environment for me to be in. to love in and enjoy life in.

on my drive this morning a thought crossed my mind. I have always thought there’s a direct correlation to the way someone drives, to how they live their lives. in my mind, this is the closest explanation I can come up with as to why I love his energy so much. I realized he drives the way I would like to be driven. the way I would drive. the way he drives, from day one, had me figured he could keep up with me ….or even beat me to it?