#3 Twenty Minutes Late

Listening to the Beauty

"There was a clearing that sloped downward, with patches of grass and bushes and rocky outcrops. Groups of friends and couples were scattered everywhere. Sharing bottles of wine. Taking pictures. Laughing.

As I made my way forward, a familiar feeling crept in. One Iā€™d felt nonstop for the past two days.

Like I was trespassing."