Mustard Dusk


These days are as much a lesson in chasing the sun whenever there is sun as much as they are a lesson in fully accepting where I am, wherever I am. After months on months of skipping around this globe the idea of settling I've avoided at all costs. But settling is different than accepting where I am. Even if that place is is home. Where it feels like I'm living more in a perpetual cloud than an endless summer, but when the sun shines it stuns. And the mountains, the mountains are always hanging on the fringes, there to catch a side-glimpse in any moment of the day. Always there, even when you don't see them, tall and still in the background. Home may be everywhere and this season may be not for bare feet, but I've got the mountains and the fresh air and these mustard sunsets peeking light into the days.