Monday, August 3, 2009
On the train to San Francisco
I find myself longing for the mountains. The solitude and wonder of the hidden places in Yosemite. I didn't realize internally I was leaving and not going to see these things again until I was firmly seated between Chelsea and Anthony in the truck and was watching old town pass slowly by. Gone, gone is my freedom from cell service, makeup, stores, the rush of the outside world and the pollution of night lights. I'm ready for this next chapter but I'm still sad to leave Wawona.