Even on the sides of the steepest slopes and the tallest mountains, even on quests for air and warmth, and even with the sun so close our skin tingles and simmers, our bodies will expand and stretch and pine and settle, comfortably into the trees, comfortably into the grasses, comfortably. Our bodies will wrap themselves around the rocks and fill the holes in the earth and disintegrate into the fine mist of natality. Even skewered on the sharpest peak, dangling thousands of feet above the surface of this rock, our bodies are stars.