Worth Waiting

I cannot say that it was easy; but after trespassing across three properties, climbing two gates, running through the forest, I made it to the top of the mountain. The summit has been luring me since my first morning in California, yesterday I ran to the top. Open, expansive dry creek valley bellow me, my eyes stretching across the valley to the distant ocean. There is a grotto in the forest. July's full moon and I have a date to meet at the top of the hill and settle into the summer grass. On a blanket I will moon bathe.