Birch Bark, Apostle Islands, Wisconsin

Many of the places I love are situated firmly in the upper portions of this world. The sunlight is, somehow, infectious, more acute. Euphoric white nights are nothing short of wondrous. The chill in the lighter air is invigorating. Autumn approaches quickly. Wrap that scarf around your neck, comfort comes.

I’m off to Maine for my first marathon. For what encompasses all possible emotions better than flitting amongst the turning leaves, gasping in the crisp air?