arizona_twilight Ouroboros We pull off the highway, after hours of hightailing it south, rushing wind, mountain scenery returning to desert shrubs and colors. I'm going to catch the sunset he says, pointing at the large mountain in front of us. He takes off with a long stride, and I am left fumbling for my camera, wondering if it's safe to leave my backpack. The mountain seems far away and the task daunting. Fuck it I think and begin to run hard and fast around, over, through sharp shrubs and rocks. About half-way to the mountain I begin to get some clarity on the situation and my mind: I realize I must put aside my feelings of competitiveness and acknowledge that he will be there first, possibly catch sunset, and most likely gloat over this fact. There is, I know, no way I am going to reach the top of the mountain before the sun goes down. But I am damned if I am not going to get up there anyway. So I run onward and upward, the climb steeper and steeper, the sky slowly turning into blue twilight. Finally I make it, chest heaving, cramp in side, legs aching. I make it to the top and can see the open desert and the mountain and the sky in all its beauty- tranquil and still except for the trucks on the highway and my labored breathing. He turns quickly and looks at me with surprise. I can't believe you came he says, and I smile. I missed the sunset he adds disappointingly, but I want him to stop talking so I can take in the view. 070209 what's it to you? who go blather from