…so I was in Arches National Park late at night, long after the tourists were gone… Yes, I was alone, again, but somehow didn’t feel lonely…

So I came upon the rock formation they call “the Tower of Babel”, and it looked even more imposing than usual, truly seeming to rise all the way up to the heavens…

And stars were visible, except where their light faded behind the blinding glory of the full moon…

I ran to meet my companions in the appointed place, and we played and played all night, under the moonlight…

And we were all children.  Again.

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