When rain falls and we’re almost stuck we go in search of higher ground. We lick steaming slabs of rock, smiling, our love handles dripping wet. We’ve taken half dreams and turned them into full dreams. We use tools with a mastery that demonstrates we’re grown. We bang shoes on hinges when they’re stuck. We know where to find a neat little stash of band aids. We have insurance. We know our emergency contact’s phone by heart.