Foggy,
Chartreuse rhododendrons,
Foamy,
Redwood bark like marshmallows,
So much bittersweet underbrush,
Crawling meant you came out with scratches and needles in their hair.
Childhood of white dirt.
Mountain lions that I never saw, roaming wild.
Cliffs and small town.
Left before I realized how small.
The tourist destination.
The house of one room and one wall.
Cold water beaches.
We went in the anyways.
The numbness soaking through our flesh and soon our bones.
Blue lips,
Chattering teeth but smiles on our faces.