Ivery

The start of the hike. A huge tree, hanging branches. Bark noodles. I jumped, and catching hold of one, swung back and forth and the wind it felt so good.

Do you want a poncho? No, no. I will experience the natural world. Rain or shine. Unprotected.

Higher and higher. Slope turned to flat ground. Pouring rain. The leaves caught what they could, leaving the rest for my cool skin.

Rushing water, screaming. Current mist all around. And then the trees recede and majesty awaits in the shadows, cascading wetness, an endless series of splashes.

And at once I knew I was not magnificent.

I could see for miles, miles, miles.