Walking Amongst the Wind and Flowers

The wind whipped our spirits up high, sun and light rain mixing into an electric spring sunshine, filling us with primaveral energy, alternately exhausting and quickening, freezing gales giving way to radiant warmth that filled the bones. We adventured out east through the Columbia river gorge, crossed a bridge dedicated to the gods, and gave warm greetings to the sleepy fae folk finally peaking their heads above earth, bravely leading the way to paint the hilltops.

 

 

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