I think about that drive up to Logan's Pass a lot.
The moon goddess steering.
The pixie dreaming in the back.
Everything pitch black except the winding road ahead and the sky.
At the top we laid on the cooling pavement and blinked up at the universe.
Silence except for our murmurs and the pixies giggles.
Floating, feeling the need to hold onto an anchor.
But now we're in a flat world.
And the goddess is sick.
And the pixie is sad.
But we're still floating, holding onto one another for an anchor.
Blinking up at the universe.