you can find a lookout tower called Devil's Head.
If you climb to the top of the granite precipice,
you can see 100 miles in every direction - on a clear day.
The forest service used to station people there to watch for forest fires.
There would be someone, perched in the metal box at the top of the point,
scanning the horizon and spotting fires.
As the wind whipped around me, I was a little unsure of the safety of the metal office.
It unsettled me, that, and the loneliness of working there. By yourself. All summer long.
I wondered how long it would take before you started talking to yourself.
In the middle of Phuket, Thailand,
perched on top of my mountain, the Tree House stands strong in the rain storm.
If you venture all the way to the bungalow, you can see stars, Big Buddha - illuminated in the night,
and the city twinkling below - but you have to make the trek.
I came to the island to find myself, and though I never knew what that looked like,
I heard that no matter where you go, you can't shed the cloak of the past.
I know now that is true.
As the rain encircles the mountain and my body refuses sleep,
I fight restlessness and uncertainty. By myself. Standing on my own.
I still wonder how long it takes.
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