Running on the treadmill last night, and on a whim changed up my music.
Suddenly, I was back in Kings Canyon on the back of my brother's motorcycle, flying through the mountains, completely at peace, having the time of my life with someone I love and admire, and so happy to be alive.
This memory was intense... I really can't describe how it affected me, physically and emotionally. Thank you brother!
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