in the middle of the afternoon, we decided to walk.
we went up yellow canyon and began the familiar trail,
weathered and worn dirt path with horse shoe and bike tire prints alike.
we pass the picnic tables and let cooper drink from the stream.
we throw rocks and sticks for him to chase.
he is uninterested in the squirrels and deer.
he is curious and scared of the horseback riders.
we walk until the path comes to a fork,
our usually stopping point.
we keep going.
we take the right fork.
we walk until the leaves change colors.
far enough up the canyon
to where fall was already in full swing
and acorns covered the path.
i regretted leaving behind a camera
but felt more freedom by knowing this memory
was mine.
was ours.
and that's where it would stay.
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