It was supposed to be a grand day, the grandest. Carefully planned for months ahead, from across the It started when we got lost. We had printed out two sets of instructions. There was a heap of papers in your lap that kept taking us around and around.
With ample time supply we waited around a lot, just sitting, never really managing to get close again.
Everything seemed orange that day, even the sun, and the dust and the beer bottles that I bought in some little town.
I’ll always remember how there were flashes of light that were dancing around from one end of the sky to the other. Silently. Rolling, illuminating the skyline and the simmering mountain air.
The landscape changed from red rocky to flat to big boulder rocky. Secure in our borrowed car we climbed up and down the road, crossing ridges and mountain passes of sharp turns and flash flood warning signs.
The flashes were above and below. There was multitude of colours in the warm damp, pitch black summer night.
We climbed. I think you were asleep, I don’t really remember.
