The Randomness of Life Chapter 37~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drab challenge Section VII

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Prompted by : The pedigree of Honey~Emily Dickinson

On spangle journeys to the peak

It’s the journey that matters, not the destination, Napoleon reminded himself as he trekked through the woods near his family’s cabin in the Catskills.

Why he let Illya talk him into this hike, he had no idea.  It was raining, muddy and the leaves falling from the trees were slimey...

A Clover, any time, to him,

“Hush,” the Russian said, smiling and silently pointing ahead of them. “See just over there... deer.”

Napoleon spotted them with a smile. The rain had stopped. Sun burst through the forest canopy, rainbows of autumn leaves, suddenly spectacular; reds, oranges, yellows.

“Yes, the journey...” he quietly whispered to himself.

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Yes a little frozen moment in time as the sun burst through. They need more moments like this, innocent and distancing them from real life. Thanks!