I was deliberately not composing, but later I made the invitation, and this is what showed up.
Lupine blooming, and the stars hidden behind three hours of daylight but you can imagine how good they'd be up here. Grassheads rippling into the wind's strong hands. Trail about as narrow as your body sitting down so you sit down become packed clay and desert parsley become cloudshadow ripple to the wind yourself.
It hasn’t got a title yet. I’m open to suggestion.