The scenery ever changing; never the same.
Always different; with nature to blame.
Pale white myst on the water;
the intense heat of the day ever hotter.
Beating down as I trudge along.
Almost there now pushing through;
feeling so strong.
I push forward now.
Past the rocks.
Past the tree.
At last I arrive; serenity.

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