impatience
Monica drove us through clouds one day, through the most beautiful misty mountains I have seen, from Aldama to Puebla. She was entranced and could barely keep her eyes on the muddy, curving road. But most of the time, I fought the mountains, closing my eyes to them because, rising up between my destination and me, they slowed me down. Owen lost his tooth “in the clouds,” as he wrote in his note to the tooth fairy that night. [Ù19]