Again, I wake to full darkness, but cannot force myself back to sleep. Somewhere in the night, a cat has curled into a lump on the pillow beside me and purrs ever so softly. How many days in a row has this been so? Dozens? Hundreds? By constant observation, I have come to know the precise spot where the sun first emerges amid the blue folds of the mountains. I know the exact pine that brushes against its ruby face. Today, I render my decision. One day, I will climb that mountain to stand there with the tree. One day, I will reach out and hold the sun in my hands.
--Mitchell Hegman
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