get away

I long to get away, from the cold slabs of metal and the click click of the hospital hallway that I've been frequenting so much this summer. I remember this canyon, how beautifully lonely it was. How the wind was so fierce you could never tell if it was your friend or not. The same with the sun. No beeping, no monitors, no death, just lots of aliveness in the form of scrubby little trees and grasshoppers and beetles. Small things.