I remember
getting up late
in the winter one year
and going out to chase
the last bit
of sun
and running into you.
We went to Fire and Water
and sat there for a minute
before inspiration struck
and we decided
to go climb Bare Mountain.
Even though
it was pretty late,
we thought if we rushed,
we could make it to
the top for the sunset.
Of course, it was January
and there was slick
ice-covered snow
all over that steep trail
and we had to drive
a half hour to start,
but we went
and ran up that trail,
and fell over and
slid back a lot,
and missed the sunset
but reached the top
and then falteringly
made our way down
in the dark.
And it turned into
a thing we did
that winter.
Not planned,
always at the last minute
when we bumped into
each other in town,
we'd say "I bet
we can make it up
______ mountain
and see the sunset
if we rush!
Let's go!"
And we'd get
partway up
and notice the sun
going down,
and head off-trail,
straight up the hillside,
punching holes in the
ice crust to keep
our hold,
and rushing, and slipping
and sending ice-chunks
zipping down behind us
and never make the top
in time
and laughing at each other
when we fell over
and over
on the way down.
We never, never
saw the sunset
from a peak,
but it was
such a good winter.
-Jim DuBois
Dec 22, 2014
