no image will come close to explaining what this day gave me
the desert stole a piece of my soul.
photo diary of my first day in a state i’d been eager to get to. as soon as we crossed borders into utah i swear the scenery completely transformed. who knew that would be only the first of many butterflies my stomach would have to deal with during my stay. we had no idea what we were wandering in to. moab is a strange, beautiful place. beyond lucky to have shared it with my counterpart.
day one was good, but day two was great.
‘spose i’ll have to post those too.
“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.”
― Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
Last month I took a trip that seemed far too short. I visited Aspen, CO and am honestly surprised I came back home (but not without a few extra days added to my trip!) Believe me when I say Colorado has something aesthetically captivating about it. I mean, I’m still having withdrawals…
I’ll be back in Colorado soon. I can feel it.
Lia snapped some photos of me playing on the beach, which was where we called home for three days. We slept right under the stars on a single blanket in the sand. I woke up to the sound of waves crashing right next to me and the sun rising in front of me. It was incredible and the bug bites were beyond worth it.