strange weather in chehalem
I do not want to forget one single blade from the sweeping ocean of golden grass and white oaks. I want to remember everything how it is right now Which is why I am sheltering near the overgrown trail sign It's harsh wind, but it's harsher ivy. I am cold, but not cold enough to give it up. The sunset rains gold and ruby sweet, slow, unrushed living.




i love this