Upon stepping out of the aeroplane, it was an instant love. It was an instance where that first footfall had me swallowed up into this infinite land--a frontier final--and in September there still shone so much sun. It was an endless dawn. (An endless dawn). On first drawing breath from the mountain air there was a cleansing of my spirit & my lungs and when I exhaled I imagined my exultation taking to the sky to join the Northern Lights. It's not that i can speak for everyone: the gold rush now is over (&) the wolves have won.
I'm standing at the runway waiting for my ride to come.
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