Finding Emotional Movement in My Walk Across America

Somewhere on the coast of California: The day is coming to an end and it’s time to take in another sunset from the beach. I’m worn out, but that’s not surprising. My days always start fast and end slow. The day’s mileage wears down my inner hare until all that’s left is my inner turtleContinue reading “Finding Emotional Movement in My Walk Across America”