If only anything made sense.

Today was full of friends, of nostalgia and newness, of beauty and vigor and grace and smiles and adventure and play. It was really, really good.

I wasn't sure what to expect when I drove the length of 146N, with Phosphorescent and a million thoughts thrashing about in my head, but once I settled into a good rhythm with kind people, things started to make sense in a way they hadn't in a long time.

A nostalgic picnic, a brilliant hike (shown here), a frozen yogurt at a custard stand in the middle of a beautiful stretch of manicured lawns and unruly forest, good people and silly conversations and a wonderful drive under cloudy skies...

I will say that life could be better in a more sustained kind of way, but in the short term, on days like this, I don't have a single complaint.