The last six weeks: An unknown street in Florence. A hot spring in the San Juans. An auditorium full of inspiration in an mountain town. A courtyard full of sunshine. A deck with a view and good friends. Airports. Happy hours. Happy evenings. Friends who'll dance when no one else is. Starry skies and silhouetted moonlit peaks. Campfires. I-80. Endearing texts. Epic drives.
The places I glimpse my soul are limitless in geography and almost always in the transition. How lucky I am for the luxury to continue to chase it.