While working on my yard, I noticed the peak nearest my house was covered in a thick white blanket stretching halfway to the earth. I was suddenly overwhelmed with an intense urge to hike in mist and cloud. Penguin and I drove the short way to the trailhead, starting the trek with nothing more sophisticated than the sweatshirt on my back and a water bottle in his hand. Once on top, legs swollen, bodies screaming, we lay in a small valley overlooking the inlet. Nestled against the curve of his body, head resting on the flat plane of his chest, I felt a peace that has eluded me for a long time. Just before we rose to stumble our way downhill, the sun peeked out and sat warm on my cheek, a perfect kiss to remind me that I am alive and loved.
I will hold onto this moment. I will not let the dark encroach.