A Walk To Cherish

A creek of clamors and babbles gushed next to my hut murmured to my soul. Wheels that fired on the freeway found peace beneath the tree. The breeze from the east charmed my morning with an embrace. I woke up next to the hillside, next to the shadow, north of the bend. Sleepy eyes parted themselves from dreams, ready to be soaked in nature's bounty. Hearts beat in rhythm, shared it with footprints of many shapes. The trail of life lifted us to the hill of connected spirits.

The lake of lost trees and lonely rocks. Leaves rattled like a snake. The way of twists and turns is ahead of us. The landscape opened the window to our minds and delighted it with kindred rays. Sun glittered through the leaves, and hair locks waved along with the wind. Eyes captured the moments in light speed before the shutter fades. Moments told us other stories that words did not capture.

Tears from the sky melted above the mountains, met with the mud. In its newfound freedom flowed to find its destiny. She even laughed at her fall; frightened mind hid behind the glitter in her eyes. Laughed wholeheartedly, though somewhere in deep, the river struggled. The river ever flowed through the deep, hid by the canyons. Canyons divided in deep, gave their shores to the seekers of drifting boats. The boats, canyon, river, and rocks shared their shores. Become each other's shores.

Wooden rails and ledges kept us above the flow, but the minds flowed along with the wind. Tall hazy blue shadows peeked from the distant sky greeted us in shyness. Mountains revealed us something, but not all; they kept something for the white clouds.

Through the bits and bites, questions wandered through our stories. Turned heads, moist in the eyes, searched for the answers. Unforgettable are the tiny dews in the eyes while you look away. Simple smiles of trust in rocky hills are priceless even though it’s for seconds. Can we be the masters of time, or it’s just a wish? Time for another farewell. Trees and lakes to the reality of time. A lot to see and seek but we have to catch our five pm.

Wheels screeched away along the white lines of blackened paths. Hope, the heart that beats along the flow, will find its rhythm of pleasant balance. Hope the eastern breeze will bring back soulful whispers again in this way. 

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May 28 2019 . https://www.wta.org/go-hiking/hikes/rattle-snake-ledge