Crawling when it snowed meant tunnels by the tennis courts on cloud days when dusk meant Oprah when dark meant time for Lindsey to go home with ice sticking to her mitten the other left underneath somewhere when the tunnel fell in to our gasps. If you crawled with your shoulders up the tunnel fell down.

Crawling meant under the barbed wire in a hot country to leave a scar on the back of my hand where the point stuck. Then remember the next day was about wasps and dust and Andy too far away to hear me say slow down, but to have it be sort of worth the doing because I remember how hard it was even when the volcano was clouded years later in the very non Costa Rican February of this city now.