we only said goodbye with words. i died a hundred times. you go back to her and i go back to black.

As I run I tell myself to think of a river. And clouds. But essentially I'm not thinking of a thing. All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence. And this is a pretty wonderful thing. No matter what anybody else says. Murakami

Morning y'all,

It's a brisk, beautiful morning up top. It is the kind of morning makes you feel that this park is perfectly named. The high yesterday reached 29 degrees. The overnight low was 17 degrees. It was 24 degrees and clear at 7am observation. The mountain has a trace of snow kissing the ground and branches and rocks and trees. It is wonderful. The trails are pretty slick, so be careful! I've heard that the road is open this morning, enjoy the day!