Tuesday, December 13, 2016 Brrr. My shoulders first felt the tapping of the chilling winds, an arrival of my old… Read more Sidestep.

Tuesday, December 13, 2016 Brrr. My shoulders first felt the tapping of the chilling winds, an arrival of my old… Read more Sidestep.
“I had landed spread eagle, my head barely an inch from a rock, narrowly…”
“A person could draw a map of the path, naming each scratch with the bend in the trail, every misstep clearly etched upon my skin..”