Trekking through the woods
my senses alert for Sights, Sounds, Smells
From behind flow snippets of conversation
and laughter
People getting to know each other without the distractions of
television
smartphones
The swinging of my poles keep rhythm with the creaking of my pack
and the metronome in my head
Keep the Pace
no need to hurry
Rushing leads to fatigue and the downfall of interaction
with the forest
and the group
There is joy in the Pace
and in the surroundings
and in the camaraderie of others
