Don’t be nervous. Work calmly, joyously, recklessly on whatever is at hand.
--Henry Miller (via pureblyss)
a dose of a warm spring evening (by manyfires)
Sunset from our ski trail above Tulit’a, Northwest Territories, Canada.
Sometimes I wonder if you’ve only got a certain number of words and sentences in your head and if you use them all up, you get quiet. Maybe that’s why the young have so much to say, while the old hold what little words they have left so close and so tightly in their hearts. (via I Wrote This For You: The Words That Leave On Last Breaths)