En Plein Air

I think about how long it’s been since I have stood in the ethereal silence and felt the invisible excitement from my peers.

To be not the stranger, the weird, the lagged, who inconveniences others with their desire to chase something yet unseen.

I miss the beauty of the landscape, a feature that masks the harsh reality for the creatures that live within. I won’t meet her eyes because I am humbled, but when the warm rays rise over flowered valleys and sweeps the sky with clouds, my heart still does something funny inside.


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