Tread.

Footsteps.

Indicators.

Paths tread.

I used to believe I was alone and in more ways than most, I still am.

I walk the trail I've had to blaze.

In snow, wind, rain, and sun.

Each season brings it's own challenges.

And it's own joys.

Each breath and each movement within the body is altered.

Triggered by the beauty of our complex ecosystem...

We adapt as our ancestors did.

A relatively young species.

Doing what they think is best.

And learning how wrong we are.

While cherishing the moments of bold and brilliant humanity that leaves me gasping for air and laughing till my abdominals go sore.

Yours faithfully,

Traveller.

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