Stars & Lightning
We exist of the oldest molecules but also for the briefest of moments. We are stars and we are lightning, both of which look different at noon and midnight.
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.
The Brace Cabinet
I think I’ll get a china cabinet but instead of grandma’s crystal, I’ll display all the protective devices. I won’t need to worry about dusting them because I’m certain they’ll be used enough not to gather any.
Up the Water Spout
The rock I just spent an hour observing as not so bad, not too steep - now it is pretty bad and the pitch is quite steep.