good mornings

If you need more magic, go to the mountains. Drive too fast and get to 9,000 feet. At midnight, bundle yourself in everything you own, or at least the part of it that you were able to hastily throw into a bag at 8am on a Saturday morning. Lie on the rocks near the river and make a wish on every shooting star you see, there will be a lot. Drink from a glass bottle and pass it around the circle like the cowboy you’re pretending to be. It will be dark, try not to lose the cap. Say whatever you want to say, especially “I’m so happy to be here” and “This might be my favorite place ever.” Hope for bears, friendly bears. Remember that book on Yosemite that you thumbed through in the children’s section of your hometown library and think about how impossibly wonderful it all ends up when you just let it.