These days, well-lived

Part I: Airplane Mode [listen: Morning, Tom Rosenthal] In the trickling down of glacial rivers you can hear secrets of a life well-lived: an afternoon spent eavesdropping on hummingbirds, leaning against the trunk of a whitebark pine. Last night we watched the sun go down for hours — stood in silence to watch a coming tide of sun-seared clouds roll, tuck under, twist, and scatter as they hurled themselves upon the stonewall of our volcano fortress for the night; sleptRead More