To the End
The faltering ones – with pinched eyes and grimacing mouths – made me pick up the chant. “All the way,” I found myself repeating.
Crisscross
That night, we moved in perpendicular directions but for that small square of earth where our feet met in time and in space.
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.