music, poetry, art, honor, verb, beauty, love
i'm all over the place. bouncing off a left carve and darting for the tree line, dodging frozen trunks at, posibbly an unhealthy speed, with a fixed determinating grin on my face. and when i pop out into the clearing, having ate it once, fallen hard, or unscaved, its with my hands raised high in victory, and either a triumphant roar, or a full hearted bout of laughter. and then, on the lift back up, i'm contently staring out into the distance, at the sky, at the horizon, out at the miles and miles of open vastness.
