This is about something I think everyone wants to feel or have (especially these days), and the small ways in which I so often identify with my fellow living creatures.

"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
This is about something I think everyone wants to feel or have (especially these days), and the small ways in which I so often identify with my fellow living creatures.