Above Ground

She sits on the balcony on the blue and white chair. The sun shines weakly. At least the sun no longer hides behind the clouds. The others have gone while she remains. She can’t manage the stairs to the caves anymore. They tell you how many steps for each cave and she just can’t do any. Has she been before? Did she go into the caves as a child, amazed at the crystal formations? Did she duck when the bats flew by? Later did she take her children down? Did she manage the 1000 steps? Now she sits and waits for the stories and the 100s of photos. If she went before she will remember.