"I am hearing poetry when awake,
dreaming poetry when asleep,
breathing poetry with each breath,
I am living in a poem."
No fooling! The rocks have short sharp edges. The lady in red seemed like having a leisurely walk over them. Hank's knees would have wobbled. Nicely Susie!Hank
to walk on awe is an awesome phrase. wow
I remember, two or three lifetimes ago, making that same climb up the big K. Now, I just honk when I drive by.
Love that last line!
Me too!! Love the idea of walking on awe...definitely requires a lot of will and big respect to the mountain. Thank you for writing!
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