Miles of highway fall behind me
As I push ahead
Up the mountain.
The steep incline and tight turns
Slow me down.
I steal
Quick glances right and left,
Hoping to see beyond these trees.
Eyes forward –
Another curve.
I try to be patient
As I wonder
Which side road is mine to take.
Finally,
I see it
And turn with relief onto a straighter path.
Only a little further.
I park the car and step out
Stretch, and look around me.
There they are,
The hills I have longed for.
They roll out from me like waves
In the ocean-blue sky.
A breeze brushes me,
The sun warms me,
The scent of pine trees welcomes me,
And I am home.
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