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Summer

Summer

Twenty-five years ago, I lived in a small town in northern Japan. I used to stroll through the neighborhood, learning what I could about the place I called home for three years. One sweltering summer afternoon, I walked by a preschool, and all the kids were running...
Frog

Frog <3

T​he following was written while we were locked down in May of 2020. I walked an average of 5.5 miles a day that May. I think the casual pace and the routine of spending a lot of time outside seep around each word and through the entire story. Maybe some loneliness...
Yield

Yield

Yesterday I was hiking in Northern Michigan. Without the magic of a blanket of snow, the forest seemed dead. Dead. Bleak. And beat up. Visiting the forest was like showing up unannounced at a friend’s house on Sunday morning after the friend had been on a weekend...
Voice Box

Voice Box

Tuesday night, I headed east with the full moon acting as my guide. My goal was clear. This wasn’t a solo hike. It was a quest of sorts, a mission. There was a schedule. There were specific parameters to work within. I intended to release an idea by speaking words...