As we drive by I hear the cows moo. I see the green trees that sway gently, the leaves dancing on the branches. I watch squirrels and birds jumping tree to tree. I see deer feasting on the grass in a nearby field. The sun sets slowly behind them, outlining the mountains. A lake reflects the glittering sunset in its waters. I think about our destination, our journey and how they both impact us.
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