A September Wake Up: Cold Feet and Vivid Dreams.

Have I lost my mind?

I’m in the tent that I didn’t even sleep in once during the season. It’s been a neglected piece of gear stowed away for months and is now covered in condensation from my rhythmic breath during the night. My boots are slouched over in the corner, busted and cracked, staring at me like they were mad at me. I stare back, thinking, “We’re in this together, …