You were still so young, just 18, the night you shed your inhibition with your clothes and leapt onto the wall. You'd had a long night and went to the heights to meditate, as you often did in the late hours. 2 am on a Sunday and the world was asleep.
Except for you.
Lights shimmered on the valley floor all the way to the mountains. The moon shone brightly. And a light rain began to fall.
I still love the way you laughed as you shucked off your jeans and raced across the road to the wall. Your dauntless courage as you jumped onto the stones. The way you danced and spun atop them, face upturned, hands curled to capture the raindrops and Luna's power.
May you always be a creature of wonder.