She looked like cigarettes and dreams.
The search for that one good, long drag
that can pull some magic from the earth;
turn rock into river
and carry the rest of us someplace better.
I’ve seen her kind before.
A poet cloaked in a shell too beautiful
for others to see the peace
and the tempest
she desperately yearns to bring to light.
That one apple of truth
that can answer the question for every banker,
and every unicorn,
where the good life
is waiting to be found.
Sometimes, for the big stuff, we wait too long. We wait for “the right time,” but it never comes. Or we wait for others to be able to join us on that special trip, but the calendars never align. Or they do eventually, but years after you wanted to go. Similarly, for us climbers, we…
“There are few moments more serene than a good summit sit. All around you are views of mountains, streams, waterfalls, forests, and birds, unblemished by human intervention. Such an expanse of nature leaves you in awe, less aware of your thoughts and more aware of the surrounding world.”— from 4000s by 40 This page shares images…