No Tread at all it seemed, between us and the trail that day.
Within a flow, a sense of something else, effortlessness among our paths.
Those feelings, a sweet spot to be, ongoing motion, momentum forward, no need for long to rest.
No tread between us and the trail, nor the mountain too.
Steep slopes, so much loose scree, yet continuous movement, with heads held up very high.
The knowing of endurance of another kind, an assuredness within each and every step.
Forward, upward, then upon the peak, nothing between us and the ancient rock.
Instead a sensing, blending, becoming one, between us and that whole adventure day.....DSD
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