getting on

by underswansea


When you get older you only have so many chances left.

The top country cloaked in clouds. I could give a shit about hike or health, my boots, worn out or brand new, either or, neither make a difference.

It’s about snowdrift, the height of water, the rain, but only when it’s falling, the mist in the caves, the howl and cougars scream.

My muscles are shrinking fast.