I know that our bodies were made to thrive only in pure air, and the scenes in which pure air is found. ~John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals of John Muir

Today I am grateful for the feeling I had while we snowshoed through a mountain gulch: the feeling that I am very tiny and the world is immense. I love that sense of being.


I am grateful for feeling free while we did some cross country skiing.


And for these faces inside an igloo. A what?