An envoy of pine greets us. We grunt and groan, stiffly emerging from our vehicles unpacking legs and smoothing out shoulders. The river, crowned with light from a thousand refractions, falls over itself to wave. We shout back amused with so much attention.
Under the mountain sky we’re kings and queens
Again drinking deeply of the royal breeze.
Many of us. Through a single doorway. One at a time. All together.
Inside, we lean into the strong pillars while the trip is discussed. There’s an old melody playing somewhere. Some of us hum along. Others smile. Everyone exhales. Preparing to unload some head back to the gravel parking lot. The rocks cough up dirt that won’t leave our shoes for weeks.
We have arrived, anticipating.
We have landed, beginning.
Ha! I’ve made it. I’ve so much to look forward to.