When your body is caked with dirt, mud, sweat from the undulating, unrelenting, beautiful terrain.
When your pulse finally settles down, normalizes to others; rest of life
Your eyes move over in a quiet gaze, noticing the world; the people, their movements
It all seems kind of dreamy, doesn’t it?
Looking down at your feet,
Shoes removed
Tan line of dirt wrap perfectly around the edge of where leg meets ankle
& the protruding ends of Tibia, Fibula.
Toe nails slightly bruised
A small blister showing signs of life
Otherwise,
Feet look regular,
As if out for a stroll
Only you know
What they have been through
Where they have traveled
What they got you through
How they helped you
Climb, conquer
The trail, today
Tomorrow, awaits
What's Possible... 