A Home in the Wind

One goes there only with others who know the way. It is a scene from Macbeth laid vertically up the side of a remote peak. Blue black clouds above Dunsinane’s walls speed across the sky as you climb over the tree root faces of fallen armies. The skull mouth of a slain archer offers you a foothold. All of Birnam woods watches you climb as heavy rains try to sluice you away. At the top is a sky blue mountain tarn bedizened with jeweled shards of light. Mountain goats lead you into camp. Here is where you learn the old truths of your ancestors. Meat is a rare offering. Children come from the sky. All nature grieves. Death is a charity.

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