One-Sentence Journal, Week Sixty-Eight

  1. 03/13/2016:  Daylight savings upon us but it’s still dark early; a storm rolls in on thick clouds, rain, and shuddering waves of wind.
  2. 03/14/2016:  Snow makes its return like a visitor who, after leaving, returns with a knock at the door because she has forgotten her keys, just as you’ve taken your pants off.
  3. 03/15/2016:  It’s gratifying, sometimes, to realize that 10+ years of throwing words out into the void hasn’t entirely been a waste of time and effort.
  4. 03/16/2016:  I get a little spark of joy listening to people complain about shitty weather in March in Montana, if only because I’m an awful person.
  5. 03/17/2016:  I’m pretty sure I’d hate St. Patrick’s Day even if I were Irish.
  6. 03/18/2016:  Nine hours on the road with my best girl on a whim to see swans and snow geese noisily congregate and I’d do it again tomorrow if I could.
  7. 03/19/2016:  A beautiful sunny day and I made the excellent decision to spend a huge chunk of it — an afternoon hike, then sitting at the riverbank with a book, then evening dinner on the deck of a friend’s house — outside.
Western Meadowlark at Freezout Lake, Montana
Western Meadowlark at Freezout Lake, Montana

Author: Chris

Chris La Tray is a writer, a walker, and a photographer. He is an enrolled member of the Little Shell Tribe of Chippewa Indians and lives in Missoula, MT.

5 thoughts on “One-Sentence Journal, Week Sixty-Eight”

  1. Love this post, as always. Also really enjoying the new header pic with Darla recharging her adventure batteries.

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