There’s a blue light just before the sun goes under. And lots of dust. And you’re always forcing yourself uphill.
A sore ass. Blisters between your toes because you haven’t mastered the art of wearing flip-flops yet. But fuck socks. Blisters are better than socks.
A few tears, but nothing to be ashamed of.
And enormous swarms of bees fighting for their chance to drink the holy water. Water is a pretty big deal here. And you can hear them whispering to eachother:Are you going to drink that?
And Anna. She’s soft and thin and ugly and you almost lost her in Phoenix under the gnarly bushes beside Jimmy’s pool. But you found her and kissed her twice on her black nose and told yourself not to worry. You’ve lost bigger, uglier things before.