5/4

The blissful pleasures come in the midst of the darkest, most calloused valleys. I would find no comfort in a cavernous mansion, or a car I need to to take care of or a hot dinner someone else prepared. But finding a crumbling stone cabin on a n 8100 foot pass, walled in from the whipping wind and out of sight of the mountain ice- that is truly a joy. My friends and I have reclaimed its life with a glowing fire in the long dead hearth. Now with my sleeping bag wrapped tight around me and wool gloves around my wrists, I will warm myself in my family's gifts. I keep the fabric close as a token of love.