The Trail That Laughed With Us

We thought we knew the path — a short hike through familiar woods — but a fallen tree forced us to detour. Mud splashed our shoes, branches brushed our arms, and I swear the trail seemed to chuckle at our clumsy attempts to stay upright.

You laughed first, slipping on a hidden root, and I couldn’t stop myself. Soon we were both laughing so hard it echoed through the trees. By the time we reached the clearing, our hair messy, boots muddy, we didn’t care about the shortcut we’d missed.

Sometimes it’s not about the trail itself. It’s about who you’re laughing with when it surprises you.