I’m sitting on the couch in the living room at my brother’s house listening to the rabbit hastily drink water. And I think about all the time I’ve wasted running away from Tucson because when I drive it now, It’s not filled with the pain, the anger or frustration. It’s filled with the memories of my youth. Because now, when I see the Catalina Mountains they seem to stand taller than I remember. The shadows created by the sun seem darker and more mysterious.
When I see them as I drive closer to a family members house, I stare at them. Connecting them with the memories of my younger years, but they seem so foreign to me now. And I know, that I am the only thing that’s changed.
