Only occasionally small mallets

It spins about softly in my hands, and I grasp it firmly- just so- as the clouds wring themselves dry through the clear windowpane. Sometimes it is hard to see the shape of a thing at first, and so you wait, all quiet, to see what it should become. Sometimes you must knock small bits…

Shoes?

I have constructed an opinion poll in my head. So… wearing hiking boots kills my soul. I have known this for years. Upon leaving for this trip, I thought to myself, Self, is now the first time you start wearing hiking boots? No. That answer is no. Having existed as close to barefoot as possible…

Glorious Beginnings

Greetings and salutations, my people. Here is a stock photo that came with my first post text. I like it, so I have kept it. How wondrous. John (smallest broski) and I have just finished hiking our first 100 miles, and so now I am blogging about it. There are many things, but in the…