It's Sunday. And I'm still here. Beat and a little bruised, but nonetheless I am here.
Long drives with blissful, high views kept me sane and grounded. The kind of seats that give you nosebleeds. I was wrapped in a duvet of thick sky and icy wind, with nothing but my camera to capture it all.
Sometimes I think of how I’ll describe these moments in my life, when I am fortunate enough to look back.
"It was beautiful."
"You'd have loved it."
"Oh I wish I could have stayed a little longer."
"I was happy in that moment because you were too."
I suppose what gets me most is falling exhausted in to bed dreaming dreams not so different to the days I'm living.
That has to be a life well-spent, doesn't it?