Fragments pt. 3 - maps are for maniacs

The morning due is glossy. 6am calls for warm milk and cheeky banter. He slurs his words into unimpeachable sentences - half asleep but wild with the day's desires. Driving with a destination barely proves helpful. We're too chaotic to spare time for maps, but the intention is there. I learn that GPS' are only helpful if the navigator is too, and apparently, I am not. We wind up at a hiking trail built of a thousand steps and decide to test our limits. I was conscious not to hold up the slinky chain of fellow climbers behind us, but he was too stubborn to be defeated by competition. So, full of pride, we stride along telling ourselves that pain means purpose. We are polished in sweat by the end of the hike. My second coffee boosts me into a new state of mind. A cozy pocket of the world. I don't think I'd ever get tired of living in the mountains if he was always here with me. We bungee down the blinds and hold each other close for a while. I wish this was a permanent tenderness, but reality beckons us into strings of phantasmic belief. 

- sage