Luke let Tangerine climb up the cable first. He was panting by the time he got to the top. The sun’s angle on the earth had deepened the color of the rocks to a dark watermelon. The drop into the canyons was spellbinding. The world was vast, unknowable.
He and Tangerine walked across the mesa and silently stopped. They sat down. She leaned against him, so he guessed it would be okay to sneak his arm around her. He couldn’t resist smelling her hair. They sat like that for a long time, watching the rest of the sunset.