Standing in the Sky

I play with my braided hair as the motorbike heaves up the steep mountain road. It's much cooler up here and I'm grateful for the sweater I brought to cover my arms and shoulders. Mist is dampening my clothes and the wind rushing past us as we coast back down the winding road raises goosebumps on my bare legs. I look out at the jungle-clad mountains rising up all around us, glad that I'm not driving the bike so that I can stare in awe. It's quiet save for the whirring of our engine and symphony of birds in the trees, and we climb higher and higher until we are looking out at the entire world below us, pointed peaks rising from the mist. Jessa stops the bike and I feel like I am standing in the sky.

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