Aki is bored. She sniffs half-heartedly at trailside growth and generally dawdles. The mountain meadow and surrounding hills offer many metaphoric images. But metaphors bore Aki. Looking up from the little dog toward Sheep Mountain as it emerges from cloud cover, I notice how an exposed ridge looks like the shoulder of a woman exposed briefly while she pulls down her top. I look away, as embarrassed, as I would be if we stumbled on a woman changing clothes near a mountain stream. Aki is not surprised.