Secret place

Strong coffee and packing our backpacks. Rip-roaring down the back roads together looking for a hollow to get lost in. A place for picnics and cobbled sandwiches on a Saturday afternoon.

Up on Sugar Mountain we parked in the forest by a lake, wandering the woods seeking out trillium blooms. Sit down beside a stream eroding out the red clay hillside. Bask in crispy sun and dried leaves together.

Like human beings.