Donning serious respirator mask after a Missoula smoke day of cooped up anxiety each leaf turning color and the lone kayaker launching beneath Bear Tracks Bridge are gifts of deepest grace.
Donning serious respirator mask after a Missoula smoke day of cooped up anxiety each leaf turning color and the lone kayaker launching beneath Bear Tracks Bridge are gifts of deepest grace.
Responding in the dark of morning after a night of heavy rain, I'm grateful to have been on the road for the worst of what the Missoula air has been burdened with, though I did get a taste of it in Eastern Oregon.
Here’s my one sentence, for yesterday.
Donning serious respirator mask after a Missoula smoke day of cooped up anxiety each leaf turning color and the lone kayaker launching beneath Bear Tracks Bridge are gifts of deepest grace.
Responding in the dark of morning after a night of heavy rain, I'm grateful to have been on the road for the worst of what the Missoula air has been burdened with, though I did get a taste of it in Eastern Oregon.