Happy Trails
Jul 5th, 2023 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The wind in the woods sounds like a river. It whispers across my face, soft and sweet and holy.
Dave packs the tent and I roll our bed bags. Soon we’re hoisting packs, tightening straps, stomping the last of the embers from the night before. Remembering bittersweet songs, old stories, and the secrets we’ve left behind with the trees and the stars.
The day warms. A robin twitters. Cicadas hum in the pines. Dave whistles the Happy Trails tune as we start down the path. And so the end begins, and I clutch this small, quiet death in my soul.
From Guest Contributor Jayna Locke