So long, summer.
You've been good to us.
Between bookends of groggy sunrises and peaceful sunsets, days have been filled with the gaping exposure of mountaintops, perma-grins from riding new trails, and the soul-filling peace of new and strengthening friendships.
I won't forget the crushing heaviness of the ground when it's impacted at high speeds, the headaches caused by lakes covered in ice, or losing my dignity many, many times, because some kinds of dignity aren't worth holding on to.
And then there were the nights. Those nights that turn into mornings so quickly, proving friendship and maybe more. Nights populated by words and laughter, moonlight on alpine lakes, cold linoleum floors and broken couches.
No one was richer, summer's dividends were generous.
It's been good friend, we'll see you next year.
Caleb W.
