I watch where the sun breathes its blaze on the ragged necks of mountains. Crawl my eyes over each peak and imagine what I could see from there. I always wished that I was taller. I hoped a second growth spurt would hit me at 16. It never did but I learned that you can always climb a little higher than your head to find your heart. I make a mug full of peppermint tea and wash the counter where I spill. The rising steam smells a little like yesterday. I remember for a moment what it felt like when forever was real. I turn off the lamplight and watch the sun slip into something softer, and somehow maybe still, more beautiful.