I went to Yellowstone and saw an enormous smoke plume.
We ate cheeseburgers.
I like running my hands over old glass bottles.
A weekend in Pburg of being lost, more lost, and sleeping and eating pie and being with awesome people.
And other lovely life things.
I’m sorry I am not more descriptive. I’ve been devouring books and living and making cake and terrible cookies and trying to not succumb to the ease of making Ramen every night.