"...a beginning is the greatest thing of all." -George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
we write mountain stories on the points of our kneecaps. you climb one side and I climb the other. we meet at the top and send sparklers from the tips of our fingers. we spend a day, just lounging in the grass, wondering what our lives will be and who will star. talking and giggling, our knees poking like mountains above the tall grass.