A TASTE OF SIN
Not even the most impressive structures in nature (mountains, clifftops, oceans, a tree trunk, the anatomy of a flower, a blade of grass) are remotely straight.
Nature isn't neat or orderly. That is its beauty, I suppose. No matter how much we bend it, shape it, destroy it, nature always finds a way to grow untamed and free.
It was just me and Blair on the gravel trail leading up to the viewpoint. It had rained during the night, so the soil was damp, small streams of water trailing down the mountain by the sides of the man-made path. We walked side by side, hands locked due to the cold, our breaths condensing in the frigid air.