The Rincon's rise thousands of feet above the desert floor. And you, encamped near the peak of Mica Mountain , gaze ever higher at the cosmos. Firelight pales in the white light of the sky, which sets you in profile against the rock. It passes over each region of the globe, circle after circle. Mug in hand, you savor its complexity, its simplicity. You take a sip and wonder of constellations without names. As the coffee warms you, you feel fluid and free. You're everywhere.
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