
I just want us to walk and keep
walking; we’ll pause long enough
to touch the velvet petals of sweet
roses we pass, enjoy the shade as we
listen to any breeze through quaking
aspen branches. We’ll amble past open
fields, trudge the mud along river beds,
saunter upon warm sandy beaches
as we delight in sea-salt kisses
carried in the spray of the waves.
We’ll begin our journey in the early
hours, stop for scones and coffee
at a seaside hut, continue until we
reach a forest and have a picnic lunch
beneath a giant sequoia. We’ll march
through leaves and hike up a lonely
mountain, pitch a tent, enjoy a fire,
and toast s’mores under a twinkle-star
sky before dreaming of where we’ll walk
on the morrow when we wake at first light.

—C.L. Fisher, July 2020
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😍😍😍 Yes, please. I’d like that every day.
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And what a GORGEOUS second photo!!
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