Aleks Hoffmann
Photography and Poem By Kyron Saunders
Along a fog smothered trail He ponders the destination and what it might entail Looking back through the hazy curtain He feels as though this path was always certain While it turned and twisted and tumbled about The journey sometimes felt like falling backwards as if the ground had suddenly fallen out Now looking forward with the summit in view The course opens up with the trees glistening with dew There is an unsettling confidence that this is what he was meant to do