• Caren

mount snowden

1/8/07

on my wall there's a photo of me on mount snowdon, sometime feb '05. i'm so small, but my arms are flung out wide and i've got a grin on my face that says nothing about the night before being the worst night of my life.

why would i put that picture up? there are several more spectacular ones, ones with no negative associations, gorgeous postcard photos of black sand beaches and welsh castles. but in this one my arms are open wide as if to say, "see this? all this? it's mine." or "here i am."

it snowed that day, nearly horizontally because of the wind. we didn't make it to the top because of the storm. my jeans have a hole in the knee. i'm grinning like a maniac. i look like i could step back into nothing.

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