Wow! It took my breath away, and so I took a moment.
What usually takes my breath is a punch to the stomach, daredevil drops from height, too cold, too hungry, too scared.
I was in a hurry and under pressure, with no time to appreciate nature, but I stopped.
Not too many years ago, happy people on exciting holidays would have traversed this track. Gasped in awe at the drop away, delighted in the natural features all around. Pointed out deer, birds, bears – who knows.
I looked at the track veering away into the distance, into the mist and imagined different times.
I remembered a loving, carefree family. Kisses and playtime, cakes and lemonade. Living parents.
That was so long ago it was as if a dream. Or something read in a book.
Books. Dreams. Not all lost, because I always had a novel in my backpack. It…
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