Today

It was that kind of day. Terrifying in how wonderful it was, because you want to capture it or at least copy every facet to replicate on command, but such things are impossible, and you fear the emptiness which may well up in the aftermath, the vast quaking footprint left behind by true happiness. It feels like falling but you may never wake up.

Things I want:

A small set of good harmonicas.

Silks.

A subscription to Climbing magazine.

An annual pass to the Gunks.

My Powered-Paraglider Certificate.