youth, exploration, mountains
In June, when the thunderstorms came on the horizon at dusk to bring winter, my sister, Ele, wished from the roof of our home that lightning would stay longer on the sky. I would sit beside her, and once I said, '' If it did then who would care?" It was like telling her that the three kings do not exist and that they do not bring gifts for the new year-a thing which one should not tell a little sister because then she would never find out for herself that some things do not last forever . We agreed that perhaps lightning could last a little longer.
Inscape: Vol. 6:
1, Article 18.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/inscape/vol6/iss1/18