Zephyr

There's a certain smell that impregnates my nose when I reach the peak...

It's the same smell that arises as I carefully step across the wooden porch

Down the old stairs and dusty path that leads to my hidden shore.

The sand envelops my feet as I land on it and walk directly into the water.

I want to feel the rays on my face, the calm lake lapping at my legs, and the peace that I only know in Tahoe.