Somewhere in between desire and desperation there lies a small precipice where one can catch a breath. A small, but adequate, ledge that will allow but a brief respite of one's longings and illusions of inadequacy. Here, among the tangled vines of hope, the sting of sweat is somehow sweet on the eyes and comforting on the lips. Take a knee my friend, rest up for the journey ahead.
see you on the trail,