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Honey Wash
I even said it to myself out loud in the shower, it won’t last. Putting on my pajamas, eating breakfast, it won’t last, embedding sweat onto the seat of the car after a few hours on the trail. Don’t enjoy it too much because then the missing it will be worse.
The Slow and the Fast
Slow. I yell it, please slower. The fear is an amoeba sitting on my chest, coating my hands and tongue.
Fast. My descent feels so swift past all the moves I just made, zipping by all the places I thought I couldn’t go higher.
Bisons & Bullets
On a hill on an island with fewer than two hundred people on it, there was a sculpture of a bison with holes in it.
Avalanche Lilies
Why does a flower have more meaning when we know its name? As if identification confers value. As if possession is knowing.