it is 1am or something
It’s 1am. Dark as… *ck at Algonquin Provincial Park. We are Awake. Moonlight guides our path to…uncertainty. Four people, three flashlights. We trek. We do not know the path but we know…it must lead… it must lead; it must lead to something beautiful. A cliff is the pinnacle, the zenith of our climb. The view is mesmerizing. Its pitch dark. But I’ve never seen this much. Vivid. Its clear but it’s not. It’s not clear. It’s perfect. Nature is. Flickr could not capture this. Arundhati Roy could not capture this. Planet Earth could not capture this. The wind is just right. It’s like the monsoon wind in India. We’ve trekked one hour. I want to lie down on the edge of the cliff. Be the catcher in the rye. It feels right. Youth. It’s a funny thing. I want to grasp it. I can’t. It’s like the sun that set a few hours ago. It’s gone. I left it. For better things. The moonlight. The moonlight. It’ll guide me…. to uncertainty.
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