Freydis and Ref are in a world of their own, a world of love and pain, wrapped in marriage vows.

The pull of the mountain is like gravity for my soul.

I love the tactile experience of walking in the woods. It's muted browns, grays, and greens comfort me. The moss and leaves five softly under my boots. Large, scattered rocks feel permanent and unshakable. The pull of the mountain is like gravity for my soul.

I couldn’t describe the smells of West Virginia, even if I tried. It has something to do with the leaves composting in the woods, the cold trickle of little creeks and waterfalls, the ferns greening up everything. But somewhere deep below, I can smell the rock and the coal this state is built on.

I'm pretty certain most women hate her guts. Luckily, I see past her perfect good looks and into her tangled personality.

When he leaned in to kiss me, the future swirled before me, bright as sunlight on creek water.

Sometimes I feel so entangled with the West Virginia seasons, it's like I'm breathing through them.

Some are born to love, and some to fight. How can I ever succeed at both?

A married man is a preoccupied man.

The heart will answer when it is called.