This is not the end. This journey is only beginning. Some have talked it out, some have begun to walk it out, and some are still trying to figure out their laundry list of unanswered questions.
Across the parking lot I caught glimpse of a middle-aged man riding an old fashioned bicycle.
In the heart of New York City at the Grand Central Station there exists a man who stands upon an old fashioned wooden soap box.
I walked through the front door of a friends home only to be greeted with a shout declaring I was entering at my own risk.
In the centre of the city of Charlotte, North Carolina, there rests a compound of sorts named the Epicenter. With cobblestone walkways, high arching doorways, and level after level of unique restaurants and all matters of nightlife, it is...
A few times a day, several times a week, and perhaps even thousands of times a year, we slip into the drivers seat of a car.
There are many nights when my weary head hits the pillow while my weary mind spins the highlight reel of the day. Highs, lows, worries, praise, and everything in-between resurface as my body begins to nestle under the warm...
The sun was high, the heat was rising, and hunger had gathered an eclectic mix of friends around a lunch table.
The restaurant was quiet with only a few families huddled in corners. The air held the scent of hot oil and grainy salt as one lone cook stood behind the freshly wiped counter flipping burgers over a hot griddle.
While weaving through the Tennessee Mountains, my eyes took in a scene of saturated greens of all shades standing atop the edges of blown out rock formations.