Damp.. the waning sun shines through the green wood.
Not quite sure what to do the newly dead start to cover the trail
Shoes chew the dirt, trying to leave no trace
The chill tries to work its way under the sleeves
Met head on by the heat escaping from the machine
Soothing voices to the west compete with the chirping to the east
Roots and dirt, rocks and leaves
Grey squirrels scamper and rabbits run
Deer bound twice and turn to look
Cranky knees beaten into submission by the bend but not break defense of the trail
Falling branches disturb the whispering wind
Mission complete
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