For Mhairi.

November 2018. Before sunset, looking out a bus window on a road in Southern Patagonia.

The hill appeared to me as a girl. A peak, half bathed in the bright afternoon light, as a round and lovely face, full lips smiling to the lowering sun. The shadows fell behind, streaking down to the plain like dark, flowing hair. The open hearted gaze of a girl. On that hill I saw you.