a rose is not a rose is not a rose

the past week has gone by so quickly and been so wonderful in so many different ways and the past several days have been so incredible i'm not sure it's possible to put them into words or images beyond my head and heart. i still think i may be dreaming. don't wake me up.

and, i sit corrected. i didn't have to do all the hikes and adventures alone. i reconnected with some beautiful friends from high school who took me to places i could only dream of going. but they (and their son) are intimate with some of the most beautiful, virtually hidden, places in a part of california that is a slice of heaven - if not heaven itself.

i've had to head down the road but i'm not sure i'll ever take it all in and i know i'll never look at things the same ever again.