My heart is heavy tonight but tears that fog the corners of my eyes are not for me. Last night I felt the world might be crashing in on me and I now know, without a doubt, that my sheltered and insignificant world has yet to merely fracture. I came to Yellowstone this summer strictly for the enjoyment of Mother Nature at her best, but two-hour hikes up and down these painted trails do not compare to late night confessions and bonding I have experienced with complete strangers. Complete strangers to the eye anyhow, but somewhere, in some other time, I have known these people. I have shared, dreamed, cried, laughed, and loved these people since my first successful memory.
May 21, 2001