Winding roads snake through mountainous rock
Overlooking a sparkling ribbon of blue
Leaves are changing, falling downward
Windows down, the breeze assaults ones' senses
Bringing a feeling of blissful nostalgia
A reminder that there is still resilient beauty still remaining
The crackle of a roaring fire
Hoists ones' senses into a sort of haze
Blinking, bowing ones' head in silence
Heart beats fast and breath erodes sporadically
Déjà vu resonates into the wilderness
Bringing into mind the field of wildflowers
The sounds of howling coyote or perhaps a hunting dog
Off in the distance, echoing through the stillness
Running freely with great abandon
Never looking back on what was
Only looking ever forward towards the tree line
Singing at the top of ones' lungs
Not a single care in the world
Simple bystanders raise their brows in wonder
Calling out to see if all is well
One doesn't feel the need to explain this state of pure ecstasy
Because knowing that this is real life
Understanding that this memory will last a lifetime
Is all that really matters down at the lost river, found.
