august sixteen


look down

An orange skittle on the trail this week… like a tiny orb of pure sunny joy. Much to the consternation of my dear husband, I delight in discovering (and eating) bits of candy dropped on a trail. I knew I wasn’t feeling well when I walked by first a peanut m&m and then a skittle this last trip. My only solace was that there were thru-hikers about so I’m sure someone else enjoyed that gift and it wasn’t just wasted.