it’s like putting your life on pause. making sure you have no time to miss the freedom you left behind.

it’s that. the kind of freedom that’s hard to describe. hard to explain. how you can truly be free. where you never thought to find it. in ways you didn’t expect. but it’s there. in the hills, in the mountains, in the wide open ranges. gravel roads.

turpentine.

here freedom is sullen. time to think makes you sad. one night I was heading home, sat in the city bus watching the sullen faces. I turned on my music and remembered again what I have somewhere else. just be patient. just wait.

happiness in those small moments. little salvations.

I’ll be skiing again soon. but it’s really the countryside I miss the most. madison valley. the mud and the dirt. jack creek.