RESTORATION.

Tis early. Tis easy. Tis Sunday morning. The sky is clear and the bright white cover turns blue like the minute hand on a clock. Yellow still graces the branches of the Willow tree. White, salty snow sticks to the leaves covering the chilled earth and spreads over every inch of our pic-nic table and bench. Still the bluebird day rolls closer and the sun reasons for warmth over Cache.


October, I still love you and we have one last week! Today I will begin a new journey without any wheels or wings. I will let this sleepy, quiet town restore me as I start, for the very first time, the Master Cleanse. Sarah, my shooting meteor and I embark on this quest for health together. She tells me it will be a trip like I've never known. The off-season presents favorable timing with Halloween as our sole distraction to break code. This journey yeilds purification of the body and I'm hoping clarity of mind will echo.


Leaving you with love, a light heart, and an empty suitcase.


Catail

OCTOBER.

Luminous. Radiant. Aglow. All adjectives I use to describe my soul in this sinful moment in time. Sinful as the new snow-dusted mountains amid the changing leaves and busy sky, the decadent Cardamon Chocolate Puddin I savored layer by layer over a travel memoir and steamed, cinnamon milk,  a morning at the shop with the most beautiful angler I know, 3 ravenous appetites at the Moose, an afternoon of long anticipated therapeutic massage, the startling touch of my sexy, shaven legs and a girls night at Hogge's with her world famous goat cheese quesadillas and a menagerie of Malbecs.

This perfect day's not through. May our lives behold 1 more rain shower, 1 last humbling circumstance, an infinity pool of confidence & a Hoot intwined with purpose. Perpetual.

Welcome, October!

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