I think I lost my voice somewhere between the Lochsa and Lolo. Maybe I lost it when I fell on a tree stump and got a sick bruise. Or maybe I lost it when we reached the hot springs a mile upriver from the highway and we had the whole pool to ourselves for the evening. Maybe I lost my voice when it started to snow, lightly, and fog seeped in through the trees and blended with the steam. Maybe I lost it when I realized I only have one winter left in Missoula after this one and part of me wishes I could take Montana winters with me everywhere I go. Or maybe I lost it between the Cheetos puffs and Peppermint Hershey's Hugs.
Maybe I lost it when I almost fell backwards into the river trying to put my yoga pants on but had an arm there to catch me, literally.
Maybe I lost it when I knew at that moment what everything had started to mean.
To this past weekend, you were the prettiest I've ever felt.
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I love this. I LOVE this. GET IT!?
My heart. This is beautiful!
My heart. This is beautiful!
D'AHHHHHHH. <3
Whoa. Those last two lines have stolen my heart. This is so lovely. That feeling of seeing in your mind what everything means... it's so tender and fleeting. It is a pretty feeling. Adore.
Em
Tightrope to the Sun
I just discovered your blog. And I absolutely love it! You remind me of myself in so many ways! I feel like we could honestly be best friends if we lived closer!
Beautiful post! An eye opener to the simple pleasures of life that make us smile! Thanks for sharing!
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Can we just switch lives for a day? I'd be so down for that!
Those words were all that were needed. Well, those and the pictures. ;)
Just found you through Brissa's blog and excited to look around a bit more!
Those words were all that were needed. Well, those and the pictures. ;)
Just found you through Brissa's blog and excited to look around a bit more!
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