Roadtrip to Gaudineer (Knob) Sunday, December 22, 2024

He jumps across the small flow.

It’s freezing but he’s careful.

He reaches for the rock and grips the moss.

His hand sinks seemingly forever;

his other hand grips an icicle from the small overhang.

He jumps back to the path, living torch in-hand,

and he hands it to me.

I am entranced.

So enamored that I forget the icicle is freezing.

So enamored that I have no choice but to smile.

I love my moss.

I love my friend more.

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