and you, underfoot


Maybe it was the fullness of the forest – the branches heavy from recent rain, streams swollen at their banks…

Or was it the weight of the air, damp and humid, set down on my skin like a soft blanket?

Maybe it was the earth underfoot, firm enough, but wet and slippery…

Or was it the light sweat on my upper lip that reminded me of making love on summer afternoons?

I don’t know. But there on the back slope of the trail, with rain dripping hard and fast, all I could think of was you.

Words + Photo ©2014, Jen Payne

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