A few years ago I set out on a journey, roaming, to become a slacktide lost and found at Sea. This Journal documents the unravellings of some of the eye opening moments throughout my travels and life. It's likely to change often, but then so do we.
Spent the morning running through the rain, there is something calming about having the road under my bare feet, the mist blanketing the mountains. A leap, one after another, rain, pushing through the cold; finding a peace