As you get closer to the mountains, to the heights tall enough to catch and hold the cloudwash like sea foam, you can remember how the creatures in the Great Salt Lake felt, looking up through the filtered light, through their watery home, to the vast blue sky beyond. It’s not suffocating, living underwater, under clouds, this way. It’s close and comforting and you can see clearly across the expanse of your fishbowl. But you can only wonder at what exists beyond the water, above the cloudline.
I always felt like fathers day was just a day for people with fathers in their lives.
Things I Learned from my First Half Marathon
Came into my first coupe glass today. Didn't so much inherit it as family circumstances made it available. I decided to celebrate with The Last Word, both boozy and sophisticated.
Ebb tide...
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Beerhive Pub
Promise
We cancelled cable three days ago.
Sometimes there's nothing you can do.