I wandered through the dappled shade
of whispering pine trees
even though the mercury
is well above 100 degrees
The air is freshened with a cool
alpine laced breeze
that carries with it
the murmured scent
of leaf litter on the forest floor
Or am I wandering
down the path
towards my backyard
where I catch a whiff
of that same smell
of so many bygone summers
of tree sap
and decay
and campfires
and the pine needles that my neighbor has used
as a weed block
warming in the sun
and releasing
the redolent scent
that transports me to the mountain top
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