The Pinnacle of Orion

I half expected the fallen rain, placated with its rest along the ground, docile, still, and unimaginably smooth along the ever-going flat surface, to be solid.  That my foot, bare, where my shoes had gone I did not remember, could press upon the surface and I could simply walk forever into the gray distance.  The only question that befuddled me as I stood on a single risen mound of lush Earth: in which direction ought I to go? Continue reading