Spruce Kiss
So I was kissing spruce on the rugged, ancient path. Trying to find my footing with a mouth full of conifer. Deciding this was the taste of green, were it to have a flavor. With an extra hint of brine given the inescapable ocean always industrious down below. Taking in the landscape with my eyes and my mouth.
The Knot That Brought Me Here
Her words let me dream about a place in the intervening years. It got me to buy plane tickets and say yes and put my feet on a piece of earth I wouldn't have otherwise.
The Apogee
Perhaps we'll encounter them next year, or maybe a curious stranger will happen upon that orange rocket fallen in the crack between stone and earth and prickly desert bushes.
A Tiny Boost
The juniper had clearly ceased active living processes some time ago yet it still supported hundreds, thousands, who knows how many people on their way up and back.