Some journey's end with time alone, reflection, Recovery, writing,
cuppa cake falling asleep.
Many of our journeys, even to local big hills take us wee bit out of `comfort zone`.
In that trekking however easy, we often think,witness, and feel different.
I people observe, ...the child playing mum up with s temper tantrum..
..the 2 o clock hero, drunk acting hostile..
Old couple still clearly in love....
Romantic teens on bench snogging...
Old man not walking too well his mind playing tricks...
My reflection, ...Shocked...am l that scruffy, could l not worn something better..?
What if meet people who know myself?
So much beauty, nature, changing sights around.
Resting on a bench, wearily to rest nearby.
You see in my heart always had something
of the Gypsies in my being!
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