Yesterday was summer done right. Pushing 80 degrees — hot (for upstate New York). Humid — all the joints were greased with sweat. Sunny — only fluffy white clouds in sight. Sundays aren’t often my favorite day of the week, but yesterday was an exception from beginning to end. Here’s why. The sermon was onContinue reading “Artists love me and I love trail runs, or Why Sunday is already my favorite day of this week”
Meredith Sell 