Clarity
Bruised feet, it feels like we’ve been walking for miles. Mom says it’s only been a mile and a half and laughs. On our way into the Smoky Mountains. The sweet smell of nature. Seeing others hiking in. Is this what happiness is? Am I watching a preview of heaven? A slight moment of happiness held in an everlasting memory of joy.
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Love this. Very good!!
I love this Leahna!
Your poem makes me long for that hiking high.