Where Angels Perch

Quiet steps on freshly wetted leaves. Backpacks. The faint smell of last nights campfire burned into our bodies. The trail rule, help your sister (DragonFly) if she’s behind you; Follow your brother (Flying Squirrel) across the creek. He knows the stones. Stop ahead to peer down into the Gorge at the river 2000 ft below. This dream’s excursion is still further up..where the water is clear and cold.. the balcony of jutting boulders where angels perch awaits. But we must push on… morning approaches as a thief to steal our slumberous time together. One last glimpse around….. Time to start our day…
Baker… Annabelle… I’ll see you again tonight… Sweet dreams.


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