I ate a guinea pig

Usually I begin my posts with some italicized words thrown together to create a visceral account of my South American adventures, I hope to give the reader a vantage point into the thoughts and feelings that coursed through my body with every experience.  I try to explain my experiences in an abstract but an emotionally…

‘Old Mountain’

The sun rose the same way it did every morning.  The mountains stretched their lush fingers of rock and jungle high into the horizon, grasping at the sky and blocking out the sun.  Unrelenting and stubborn the sun ignited the outline of the mountains and filled the spaces between with a shroud of soft light.…