same.

my dreams are the same

and it is the same scene and scenes. over and over.

dreaming awake is more vivid sometimes. dreaming asleep is more painful.

scorpion summit, the smell of the breeze and me sitting alone, sleeping in the sun

the lupin still blooming up here and glacier peak standing before me

and i think about buck creek pass and image lake and spider gap and how far it is, and wonder when the trail will be open again, maybe years

how was i so lucky to be there that year before it was too late

and the forest floor that year was just as beautiful as the arm of glacier peak at the pass,

and the huckleberries

and my heart is racing now

summer you make me wait too long