What is your favorite season of year? Why?
Running through streams and over hills with Luna right beside me. She’s all energy and fur. It’s just pure, happy dog chaos. We wander from trail to trail. We chase lightning bugs as they flicker in the dusk. We laugh and pass blunts with friends. We jump off rocks and cliffs into the cool, refreshing water below, feeling the rush of summer all around us. Nights are for camping, sitting close to crackling fires, swapping stories under a sky full of stars. And yes lots of rock hounding, because you never know what treasures the earth might have waiting.
This journal is for all those wild, messy, beautiful moments that make summer feel like magic.
Whisper to the void it might whisper back