The mountains erase time, you lose track of days. The nights are silent, dark, cool, you sleep like you've never slept before and wake to birdsong; sunlight melts the snow into desert sands, seasons evade you. I ran along the side of a mountain today, no, I flew, the altitude couldn't catch me, my mortality couldn't catch me, I smiled the entire way and thought what a miracle the world is to exist. We spend the days reading instruction manuals (differently) and building a new home: outside the back porch, the cows all have tiny black calves to show the world, the deer are oblivious.
Twenty-five years of these mountain ridges in our lungs and they've never been easier to love. I'm not even sorry, anymore. I saw three shooting stars from the deck tonight and every wish made my heart tickle in my chest, I just thought you should know, you were in them all, after all.
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