Breathless Conversation

Today, James, Chris & I met up with Geoffrey again, had lunch, and climbed around the Salisbury Crags, up around Authur’s Seat.  Let me rephrase.  They climbed up about halfway, but I stopped at a quarter of the way. I’m a wheezy one with little lungs that don’t work right, and we’ll leave it at that.

Before heading down, we sat on some rocks off the path and prayed over the city, over each other.  The girl who doesn’t cry teared up a few times.  There is just so much running through my mind, and I’m a little tired of just thinking things – but I’m not sure yet how to DO things.

I don’t really know what else to write on here…the things in my head aren’t able to be translated into something as simple as words on a screen.