Stranger at the Summit
The grizzled old man within beseeched me to reclaim his youth before it was too late. A poet told him from forgotten songs to go again into the wild. I knew that it alone could match all my ambitions and fulfill my thrills. Just like that, then, I became another blue-eyed son of a bitch on a quest for adventure.
Thus it was that I set out, past empty highway diamonds, en route to misty mountains, with no intention ever to return. About a half of me was thrilled to forage for fulfilment on my own. The other half just wished for one with whom to share some dull…