rain and mountains

The rain washes it away. It is far up there, the mountain. It has faced the sun and the sky like no one else. The rain comes and the snow comes.

There was that village, that village in the mountains. Do you remember the police officer in Argentina in his motor bike? You were trying to camp off a precipice. Instead of getting 'busted'; he helped you. He told you to ride to the military base. And there you rode past the destroyed bridge and met the attendant who said 'camp anywhere, I am not watching.' and from there the stars rained as if it were a day in southern Patagonia.