I've discovered an end-of-winter-itch to get away from reality and out into the wilderness. No phones, no agenda, no bedtime- good food, good people, good scenery. To drink beer by the fire, and run naked through the brush with mud on our faces.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
And all that time, I felt just fine, I held so many people in my suitcase heart
I've discovered an end-of-winter-itch to get away from reality and out into the wilderness. No phones, no agenda, no bedtime- good food, good people, good scenery. To drink beer by the fire, and run naked through the brush with mud on our faces.