I taped it to my MacBook. Over the past year, only two mantras have claimed this choice piece of real estate: Defeat resistance, and now, Break trail. Every day when I get to the office, I see these words.
In the height of summer, the air is warm and redolent with memories of the past. The sun rains down the energy of fire upon the world. Everything is crisp, bright, sometimes dry, and always full of light. The heat makes me feel closer to all the feels. Years upon years of it pressed against each other like layers of sediment.