My heart stutters—not why? or how?—those are not the important questions. The really important question is: by whom?
I stood there and stared, into the sky and at the city around me. I stood, hands at my side, and I saw what had happened to me and who I was and the way things would always be for me. Truth. There was...
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Wonder
The wilderness leads to wonder of the moment.