I saw myself today from a distance. A boy I could have been, might have been, jumping the fence so lovingly built for my protection. To ascend the primal mountain, day extends its glistening hand from the creation of the world. My missteps are mine to learn from. I wonder now if they are ours to share as we step into those polished grooves, as we wear the world upon our backs like an old and rumpled flannel shirt, thin at the elbows, rolled-up sleeves, the faint scent of all Eve's children still an evening's warmth within it.