Come here, you say and every cell in my body responds as I lay underneath the sleeping bags in the blue tent.
The mountain is calling.
I don’t know much about you, but I follow you through the valley.
I imagined it to be a wonderful journey, but there are days when I cry and I’m cold and we say nothing to each other.
You’re a challenge.
But then there are nights when I move closer to you and the wind is quiet and the moon is full.
I hear you.
I sit down on rocks and look out over the valley, not wanting to be anywhere else in the world.