Last week Kyle Whitney went missing.  He of the blue eyes and wry smile was gone. Depressed, suicidal.

When the news ran through the hills that he had been found, we joyed and high fived.

But still we worried.

And today,

Today, he went missing again.

He went missing from the pain and from the pleasure.

From the valleys and from the peaks.

In a motel

In a city by the Bay

Far from the mountains of Montana and the hills of Humboldt

He chose to go missing

MIA from life

For Kyle, may he find peace.

May his family and friends find peace, too.