
Aura for non migraineurs.

Aura for non migraineurs.

Time to hunt the trillium.

Get small.

Sleep soundly ’cause you voted, or sleep with the fishes ’cause you didn’t.

Fall floats down Lost Creek in wool trunks just like the ones Jim Bridger wore at those early mountain man pool parties.

First thing you see when rescued, or last thing you see when not.

No business like snow business.