• The Wave Coyote Buttes North
    Hiking,  Life,  Travel

    Hiking into The Wave Pt. II

    I didn’t want to rush the moment. I wanted to feel it–to notice it. To notice myself in it. To simply be, and to let the moment wash over me. Like the ebbing away of a tide that washes over the shore. ┬áBecause I knew the moment was never meant to last. That it would be gone before I even knew it. A faded memory that I would have to relive in bits and pieces on unknown days. I didn’t want to forget what it felt like to truly be there. How it breathed life into me, and gave me the gift of feeling so alive. Or how the edges…