Exploring the thought I’ve always had about wanting to go dormant in the winter, and wake up anew in spring. But we don’t hibernate like the bears, unfortunately. So we must find the thing that keeps us going, what we are meant to be awake for.

"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most dazzling view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds." – Edward Abbey
Exploring the thought I’ve always had about wanting to go dormant in the winter, and wake up anew in spring. But we don’t hibernate like the bears, unfortunately. So we must find the thing that keeps us going, what we are meant to be awake for.