The sky opens up
I can finally inhale again
The trees are sparse and the atmosphere takes a breath
This marsh looks an awful lot like farmland.
No red structures, no cattle dotting the horizon
Lacking in white picket fence
Gold splash against green.
Irony.
The adventure and the scenery and the experience
The culture and the history and the lifestyle.
In this moment, my peace-
Loose resemblance of home, mine.
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