Vermont is beautiful. I wish I could live in those timeless rolling mountains.

We started Mansfield at 8 o'clock AM and ended at 1:00. So that's not so bad for 10 miles and three peaks. The top of the mountain was so windy, but the sun was bright. The air was cool and crisp. Energy bars taste so good on mountain-tops, and so does south-african passion-fruit juice.

On the way back down my dad and I ran, letting momentum carry us. It was wicked fun: leaping and dodging, running and sliding, gliding off boulders. Smooth, without letting the impact of your movement jolt your body. Graceful. Kinda parkour-style. My dad goes so fast. He's like a mix between a deer and a mountain goat. xD [I luv my dad] I didn't get out-of-breathe on the way down 'cause I was so adrenaline-rushed. It was wonderful. Yesterday was a great day.

Friday is my birthday. I'll be seventeen. Boo-yay. xD The next two days after my birthday I work. *stress* School isn't going so well, either. Nothing new, though.

Old fears getting confirmed.

I've been busy, which is good. Keeps my mind and thoughts active for most of the day. Not so intro-destructive. Bleh.

This time of year is beautiful. The air is gradually getting colder. Some days, when you breathe, you can feel the air entering your lunges. And when you breathe out, you can see it hanging like smoke in the air. Makes me feel so alive. I love the feel of the cold on your skin. Reminds me, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive....

The trees are turning such bright colors. God is so amazing, bringing beauty to death like He did with the trees. I also like the bare trees: the branches that cut such jagged lines across the sky-line. Cracked broken fingers, groping for the heavens. And the snow, laying like a soft moist blanket on the earth. Makes the woods so quiet when you walk through them. Like a dream-land.