Trying Tryon

This visit, moving air impresses me.
Although the calendar reads late July,
the temperature and the humidity
are mild. Through the leaves an azure sky
creates a bowl of clean. The weather’s dry
and steps are easy, bathed by gentle breeze.
The trails are clear. With happiness I sigh,
inhaling cool emissions from the trees.

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