#239 (hiking high)

riding the waves

of pleasure and pain

cold wind in my face

warmth coursing

through my veins

a hiking high

slipping, falling

getting up again

laughter deeper

than the low hanging sun

the branches

missing my face

by an inch

but still

that crisp afternoon

I freed myself

again

 

© Matthias Geh, 23rd March 2018

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