It was one of those days.
The weather was schizophrenic
As the five of us
Got lost in the hills.
One person gave up
And went home;
A lack of preparation.
The four of us ate our lunch
Sitting under the dark trees
As the hailstones came down
And bashed the hell out of us.
But we laughed;
We all laughed.
It was one of those days
That gets etched into your mind.
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