Trail Chat

Out on the trail, loving the breeze

Sun on my arms, hair being teased 

Perfect temp, what a beautiful day

Favorite spot by the water to stay

For a moment, just for awhile

Released all my cares that had started to pile

Looking out, over the water

A lady on the trail walked over

So sweet and polite, she said to me

Do you have just a moment or three?

She asked ‘bout my bike and my ride

She was thinking of one, but had to decide

I told her from the depths of my heart

How much my bike means, that it was the start

Of feeling free and living my life

How months away had cut like a knife

We chatted about all the things

But mostly about how it gives me wings

Her smile was so bright as she walked on

I could tell she had seen a new dawn

It made me feel so good inside

I had spoken, not from my pride

But from a place so deeply stirred

By doing something that needs no words

Author’s Note:
This came from a real moment on the trail—just me, my bike, and a stranger who asked the right question. It reminded me how small connections can carry big meaning. — Liora
voice through fire | www.liorawrites.com