the next day they were modestly packed and traveling. neither of them had thought much about what they'd wear, say or do once they got there. everything had slipped the mind as they felt their way through the spaghetti-western. the hills, layered in the distance, filled hearts with stillness as they knuckled and tithed toward The Away- the midday sun weaving strands of gilded grass into fields of kitten fur. with eyes wide they begged and bartered their escape from city life into the still marathon expanse of disbelief. the calico camel backed earth, tree speckled and cow moo'd, disguised the horizon as imagination while they commuted amongst the invitingly disproportionate mounds of rounded humped and rolling earth; the undulating hillside a green-brown-golden wind blown cotton sheet spread as far as the eyes could follow before clamping down and swallowing the road on both sides, as on all paths intended but yet to be made.