Mountains stood, silent vigils over small town truths. Each step rhythm on gravel told tales of twists we never bothered to take. Expedition planners always focused on peaks, but valleys we rarely acknowledged shaped the deeper stories. The ugly truth: our detours were often more scenic than planned paths.
"In whispers of the valleys, we acknowledged echoes of choices yet lived." - A lost traveler
Life's wrinkles curve around our faces like weary hikers navigating underbrush. Youthful wanderlust tarnishes into realistic meekness. Decisions loom, casting shadows longer than foresight could measure. They trap us in echoing mountain passes, our voices only resounding back with lessons learned too late.
Unfolding Hollows