Mood:
luckyI'm in love with my husband. Yesterday he woke me before work so that I could go and climb a mountain. I climb up with the dog as far as I can then turn around and come back. The path is steep and sometimes very rocky. My heart thuds in my chest and I breath loudly. As I go the mountain feels like a symbol. And if I can conquere the mountain just a little bit then the rest of the day can be conquered too.
Before Mike left for work he said seriously, "Would you feel safer if you were packing?"
"A gun?"
"Yes. I have a case for you to transport it in your car."
"Oh. In case Plum doesn't bite who she is suposed to bite and instead runs away. Mike, would you feel safer if I were packing while I was hiking?"
"Yes."
All the times I've gone walking through the woods I've never imagined carrying a gun. Too bad my husband wasn't born a cowboy.
