The Nights We Had

She watched the needle climb to seventy. The city towered before her, the odd office window aglow in yellow light. Normally this stretch was a slug, an aggravating test of patience. Now stars speckled the sky, and she was free to devour the asphalt ahead of her. She sped south; Mount Rainier’s snowy ridge loomed in the distance, but the midnight veil was too dark to penetrate. She thought of the mountain, its lone peak puncturing the sky, miles away from anything like it.

It was in these quiet night hours that she wished she could see it most.


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