It was the worst kind of day to be lost and alone on top of a mountain.

It was a beautiful fall morning and the air was still crisp from the night before. The grass was encrusted with a gray coloured frost that crunched under our feet. The sun wasn’t quite up yet, but we were on our way. The trail ahead led us beneath the branches of lofty pine trees and tall oak trees that seem to stretch up f...

I’ve been searching for you everywhere

You are in every thought I process

Every car ride I take

Every tear I cry

And every memory I struggle to hold on to

I hear your laugh when someone tells a joke

I see your smile all the time when we pass a golf course

And ideas flow through my mind when I touch a piece of wood

I’ve been searching for you everywhere

235 days have gone by witho...