Closer and closer, I am drawn to their majestic beauty. It’s unmistakable now – these must be the Rocky Mountains. As I come near, they ready to surround me, to devour me. I have no choice but to worship them, to submit to them.
Then they smile at me, presenting me their most precious treasure.
One of them invites me to climb onto her shoulder, looking down at the gem in her palm.
Another is topped with 325 square kilometres of glacier.
But she is weakened, by the disasters my own fellow beings have caused, the ice at her feet retreating 10 metres a year. I sit close to her, listening to her silently moan.
I wish I could remain, in this endless dream.