The trail is the site of enterprise with the earth, the locale where our worldly interactions come to a head.
A long-distance hike is acutely felt, and clearly not flat.
They were hot there, and cold there, and some were born there, and others died there.
And, with the water exploding, and the mountains slowly creeping, and the snow slowly melting, and the earth slowly dying, I looked at him, and I thought to myself, ‘here we are, in the howl of the world’.
My words that could never be heard poured into that River.
And in the morning, I saw the sunrise. It turned my heart.