it's calm, dark, a beautiful night. there are stars in the sky and a slight wind. yet there's lightning. sheet after sheet of mad, impossible lightning. the sky's on fire, and the crickets sing on.
i'm home again. i was away, away - visiting the easternmost coast of the world, watching the sun rise and set over the ocean. hiking though the untamed territory of the mountains. it was hard, our trip. after a day of continuous uphill trek, through rain that never really stopped and wind so strong i worried about blowing over, i stopped for a break and couldn't bring myself to get up again. at that point, walking 2.5 more km to base camp seemed h