My two friends and I have kept watch on this mountain for more seasons than I can remember. Time passes slowly on this peak and I eventually stopped counting the changes of Moon, but I have never tired of watching the movements of the creations in my view. They build cities then war with each other and the cities melt away and are built again. They are born, grow, marry, grow old, and eventually die. They work in their fields and their shops, and sometimes hold great festivals. The music carries to us high on this mountain. It makes me wish I had feet and ankles and knees and could dance. Instead, I become a little less rigid and let Wind move me more. The three of us stand close together at the highest peak. Many others grow around us, yet keep their distance. They seem wary of us, though I am not sure why. Perhaps it is our age. We have seen many of our kind harvested and carried down the mountain and others planted in their place. We do not speak, but Wind whispers to us. She is sometimes playful and other times mysterious and in many…
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By the time Doug’s open house ended, my mood had cratered. This was the guy I’d been friends with through most of middle school and high school. I knew everything about Doug—the good and the bad—and the change in him this past week made me a little sick to my stomach. I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. Talking to myself in my head again. If anyone saw me, as I walked home from Doug’s, about a mile away, they’d probably think I was nuts. I was glad this Sunday was nearly over. It was late summer and the sun would be up for another couple of hours, but I was ready to go to bed. I was hot, sweaty, and my head ached with the memory how Doug had treated me. Suddenly he was the righteous missionary and I needed to be reclaimed now that his mission started in three days and I wasn’t planning to go. It wasn’t just Doug, though. My parents’ divorce. This lonely, wasted summer. I’d go to bed early tonight and wake up tomorrow to do what? Nothing. I didn’t have a job. My car didn’t run. My mom had disappeared since…