This is a collection of beautiful moments, adventures, and feelings.
8/30 I walked farther than I usually do on the trail running alongside the Rio Grande. This area is known as the Bosque, which means “woods” in Spanish. I walked from 7 to 9 am, the time when the sun has not yet risen over the trees and gold is littered throughout the lightly swaying foliage. I saw a big yellow mushroom growing outside of a fallen tree. It was very stiff but still spongy and wet.
8/29 The big storybook moon was against a hazy purple backdrop. It looked dusty but still shone bright like a pearl. Clouds obscured it here and there.
