Mental clarity?

Yesterday I did not cry. I cry every day at least once usually, so this is worth noting. Why? Could it have been because, while brushing my hair after breakfast, J-man asked me if I would cry that day and I responded with a timid, "no."? 

We slept upon a ridge line by a spring contaminated with metals (predominantly zinc I believe), but since all the coming water was a miles journey away from trail we took our chances.

Our hike that day was only 17 miles, but every step was a variation of rocky. Still no tears from me. Sometimes I'm even hit with what I would classify as mental clarity. A moment where I can see what I'm doing and appreciate it, the struggle, the pain, the journey, the lessons. All I can say is I hope to revel in those lucid moments and get control over my tear ducts and emotions. 

Now here are some images of yummy wild berries