Partly Sunny, 61 Degrees

Five weeks and five days of no cigarettes. Not even a drag. Although I had a dream in which I was smoking last night :o Turrible.


By: Jon Contino.

Yesterday I walked to the top of a waterfall, one mile high in the air. Tourists in inappropriate shoes jostled with me on a narrow path. There was smooth rocks for sitting on and winter water melting off around us. My little heart, straining inside, was tentative about craning over the edge to see but I did anyway. Oh, the bounty.


By: Ryan Thomas Kenny, via.