And a Rock Feels No Pain

And an island never cries

I must have been about 40, hiking down a mountain after climbing it. I had tan skin with a hint of freckles, no makeup, and a multicolored hippy hairband to help keep my brunette locks out of my face.

The decline consisted of gray, craggy rocks broken off from their mother, but I managed them well with my hiking boots. I strode confidently downward, know…