Joshua Van Gorden
Bio
Just a goof with a computer.
Stories (2/0)
Becoming the Alchemist with Wim Hof
I sit cross-legged on the rocky shore of a frozen lake. Across the lake is a palisade of stone that rises abruptly from the water and is framed by towering, snow-covered peaks. At 10,000’, the water is still solid during late May in Utah’s western Uinta Mountains. From the shore, I can see Mt. Watson, which proudly watches over us: the cliffs, animals, lakes, rivers, and thankfully, me.
By Joshua Van Gorden3 years ago in Wander
The First Day of My Life
I opened my eyes and all I could see was limitless blue. The swell of the ocean filled my ears and enveloped me in a blanket of sound. Through the swirling waves, I heard the faint murmur of people and the tones of a familiar voice. It was honey-sweet with soft edges. A summery voice that put me at ease although I couldn’t make out the words. I turned my head to meet the voice and at once I knew her. But something was wrong. The shape of her body was the same as I remembered. Her skin was browned and freckled from the sun and the curls of her hair tumbled softly onto her delicate shoulders.
By Joshua Van Gorden3 years ago in Futurism
