In February, amongst Yellowstone’s geysers, the earth’s breath ascends into a frigid winter day.
I’ll lift you and you lift me, and we’ll both ascend together. — John Greenleaf Whittier
Ever wonder where you’d end up if you took your dog for a walk and never once pulled back on the leash? — Robert Brault
Sunshine, near Amargosa (Death Valley Junction), California
Every day is a good day to be alive, whether the sun’s shining or not. —Marty Robbins
Each breath, each heartbeat, each sunrise, extraordinary.