Waking on a crystal day,

The last shrouds of night slipping into the dawn

Distant valleys cloaked in milky mist

Armies of deep green hills fade to distance with heads above clouds 

Of swirling silk

 

Feet on gravel warm to the touch, from yesterday’s heat

As I look down on the silhouettes of woods

Slightly steaming, Awaking with birdsong, 

That floats to senses with the smell of herbs and pine,

 

Morning fire from distant stacks,

Greet the world with cracks and snaps.

 

My companion yawns, his slim figure,

Slightly bent with rounded back

Barks a laugh as he shifts his pack

On tanned shoulders, sore with straps.

 

Downhill now , drawn by the bakery,

Soft warm bread devoured at speed

Seas of coffee, soothing morning thirst

Satiates the body for the coming day.

 

30 miles ahead now the first steps taken

We fall into silence our own thoughts

each knowing the uncharted way

As if the journey is emblazoned on future plans.

 

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