At nightfall we pull up on a ledge to catch our breath.
The sky has detached from the ground. Fast-moving clouds over a still, silent earth… out of nowhere a downpour, cold, so hard I can hardly see, but above the sky is blue, and cold, cold, cold.
As soon as it’s gone, the sun is hot. It feels like we’re in the mountains – unpredictable weather, sudden cold, sudden warmth – and it feels a little precarious, like we’ve lost our grip on summer and we’re slipping towards fall.