Hiking

file_005I love the feeling of earned exhaustion –
The winds howling sweet songs in my ears,

the cold pinching readily at my fingertips,
making my hands burn.

A steady, rocky climb
to a place that emanates tranquility
only to later descend back into where
the stagnant echoes of civilization
begin to drown out the comfort of the trees;
and although nature’s grasp tugs and pulls at my feet,
I have to return.

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