Fragment of Winter
When you become part of a bad ass two-man gang—or, like other some people call it, a "relaaaationship"—you don't do stuff alone all that often. Sure, you're not with your other gang member every second, but the times you aren't, you kinda gotta maximize by catching up with all the other humans in your life: ladies night, coffee dates, brunch, and the like. That's all fine, too.
But what about doing something straight up alone?
It's weird and cool, and there's a kind of renewal that unfolds. Plus, there's no discussing/rehashing the experience—it just ... is.
Aaanyway, that was me, yesterday, walking up the side of a mountain, past the snow line, to obtain a small fragment of winter.