Uinta

The sun comes and goes over the valley, freezing nights and scorching days, the snow melts to reveal red earth underneath, the air is dry, your every cell knows it. Cowboy hats walk the aisles, it takes a day to stop wearing so much New York black, it takes a day to say please and thank you and smile at strangers but it sits in your rib cage and comes out eventually. I raced down an empty canyon in the sunshine today and knew at once all the answers that had evaded me for months. Dharma sat by the wayside and watched me pass. We smiled at each other, and that was that.