Sublime

behind you.” I take the two-track away from the orchard and towards the woods until I find the smallest break in the trees, a path I know to look for only because I’ve come this way a thousand times. It’s like stepping into a book, one turn and everything changes: cool instead of hot, dark instead of light. Instead of cherry trees, eighty-foot heml

opium bed

hummocks, and hillocks

escarpment

The Golden Guide to Stars, to Rocks and Minerals,