Mud

Today it was 50 out, and all of the snow and ice was melting so fast and all I could think about was running through the woods and anointing myself with mud.  I just needed to have that rich deep dark soil smeared across my cheeks.

Proof of the thaw, on my skin.

A warrior declaration.

We made it through the heart of the fierce and biting season.

Alive.

 

 

(images by the most amazing man ever in the world: Thomas Gardella)

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