Almost Willing
A Dream That Didn't End Where It Should Have
By the time I finally see the roof of the cabin through the trees, my legs are shaking and my socks are wet with that cold, squishy kind of regret. They say it’s a four-hour hike… sure, if you’re a damn forest elf. For me, it takes almost seven, with the last hour spent second-guessing every turn and trying not to think about how fast the light is fading. The air has that brittle, late-October bite, and the trail is litte...
