Caldera
It’s funny how being up so high can make a person feel so small. I could see the blurred edge of the horizon, could look down at creation like God. And below, the bright blue water that filled the caldera, blue like my sister Katie’s eyes when they were still open, looked like a huge puddle. The hike had taken me 3 hours and, though my head was breaking through the clouds, I felt tiny. Insignificant.
“You’d like it here,” I whispered to Katie, who looked across the landscape from my memory, the only place where she was still whole.
“You’d like it here,” I whispered to Katie, who looked across the landscape from my memory, the only place where she was still whole.