“the
sun must have
broken over the
horizon, behind
me, because it
drenched the
mountain
with a splash of
crimson
across the top that
bled indigo into its
base. there was something
so big about the moutain
canvas, and so bold in the
colors, that all i could do
was drink them in with
my eyes like a thirsty
little girl with a cold
glass of Kool-Aid.”
