The crisp morning air
not only smells of freedom
but tastes of happiness
the crunching of leaves beneath your ***** boots
the tired fogginess in your brain
the sticky remain of bug spray on your skin
your hair, ruffled from the night of restless sleep
the aching of days of hiking in your joints
the soreness of your throat, from days of singing and laughing
none of it matters
because here
in this woods
you are far away from your problems
you are free