wild dreams


I dream of living in a humble red cabin in the mountains with a river flowing in our backyard.

We would catch fish fresh from the river for dinner, take the kayaks for a run while the sun sets, tell stories around the campfire before bedtime.

In the mornings for Rockie's daily walk she would know nothing of wearing a leash. She would run free chasing birds. I would meander on the hillside with her, hot coffee in hand, while we watched the sun rise above us.

We would feel the wildness in our bones and in our souls. The roar of the river would cradle us to sleep every night, the masses of tall trees would give us strength every morning, and the mountain that we called home would be our peace.

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