To the Helgas in my life

Its quite strange why I think of Helga today. Her hair, the brightest shade of red, cut just below her ears, her English a struggle and her body, wobbly and white. We met her at Kaprun in Austria. We had just gone up to Kitzsteinhorn and got down dreary with the sun hitting the snow,…

#30to30 : Keep your wonder alive

There is one thing I can say with certainty from all these years. There is nothing, absolutely nothing that can be at par with the feeling that accompanies the simple pleasures of life. To soak in the sounds of the sea, the silence of the sky, the serenity of the sand. All the speed of…