. Passport? Yes. Green card? Yes. Hiking boots? Yes. Passport? ...
. 6am. I am having the hardest time keeping my eyes open as I drive to the airport.
. I hear him say he has a sinus infection. He doesn’t stop sneezing and snotting. Reason #418 why I hate flying. Please don’t let me be seated next to him. Pleasepleaseplease.
. On my left, an empty seat. On my right, a man in a business suit. I like the way he smells. And there’s something nice about his vibe. I pull my limbs in close, unconsciously trying to occupy less space. He turns his body towards mine and leans in. He is comfortable. When the plane reaches the clouds, I slide over to the window and spill water down my dress. Soon, our stuff piles up on the seat between us. Books, phones, water bottles. I’m certain he’s unaware of me and I’m not sure why I’m so aware of him. We never speak. The man with the sinus infection is sitting in the row behind us.
. Mountains on mountains on mountains. I want to scream my happiness.
. Thunderstorms. So I drive. Up and up and up. And then altitude sickness. Down, down, down I go.
. The rain has slowed to a drizzle. I step onto the trail at the base of the Flatirons and climb. I can’t breathe. A young buck steps onto the path. This is heaven. Later, four bucks grazing in the meadow.
. I fall asleep in Boulder.