rolling in the rushes down by the riverside
backpacking in Zaleski State Forest (SE Ohio) Photo props to lovely sambo for the last pic&&the one nxt to this fungi one.
"Daydreams are really only life, when you live them up close, I thought. Take away the distance, live daily in the beauty you had imagined from afar, and immediately the flaws surface. It's like love that way; once you arrive, once you are firmly aground in a love, you begin to see that it has cracks and rough edges and dirty spots, pockets of toxins, less privacy, maybe, than what you had imagined. But if you are willing to remember the initial distant beauty of a love or a daydream, and if you are willing to live in that beauty up close even with all its imperfections...then the dream is yours to have. People who can remember that on a daily basis are lucky, because they get to spend their time swimming and kissing instead of always looking off into the distance, making up things that aren't necessarily true about places or people who are far away. It's almost too easy to avoid living the dream you are in while questing for one more perfectly imagined. Half of being a dreamer is dreaming and half of it is actually living in your dreams."
-off the map
