Heavy rhythmic breath
Gravel crunches under feet
One more lap to go
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Heavy rhythmic breath
Gravel crunches under feet
One more lap to go
Why not climb a hill?
Why not summit a mountain?
Why not go higher?
Cool moist fog at dawn
Hangs low obscuring my view
Dark visions linger
Check ramp for debris
Shout clear, turn key, grip throttle
Cessna roars to life
Feel tired and heavy
Evening sadness rushes in
Whisper of cravings
Winding mountain road
Clings narrowly to rock face
Tree line up ahead
Wings beat fast, head tucked
Little bird fights the gust front
Upwind battle won
Red-headed finch lands
Curiously watches me
Friend, foe, food, or flight?
Soft burble and hiss
Coffee steeps while I’m reading
Morning reflection