Body
I wandered behind Cemetery Road, where the mountain whispers to those who listen, its slopes wrapped in the breath of coyotes and the call of distant roosters, sounds I haven’t known in years— not in the concrete rhythm of the city. Bluewater cradles an old peace, a kind of stillness I had forgotten. The earth beneath my feet felt familiar yet foreign, like the touch of a long-lost friend I hadn't seen in four years. For a moment, the wildness in me quieted. I let the mountain hold me, let its wind thread through my tangled thoughts, wondering if this was healing or just a pause in the ache I carry. I don't know if it saved me, but I was tamed, just for a while, by the land I love and the life it breathes.