Woodloch by Natalie Feroce

The fresh smell of pine when first walking into the doors
The gleaming smiles of others, shining through
The décor to the frames hanging delicately off the wall
It was always the same

The evergreen pictured in the back of the mind stays there
The crumb cake even tasted the same
The warm fire burned golden glow upon our faces
The steaming hot chocolate that burnt your lip through every sip
The friendly faces welcoming you never left one disappointed

It was always the same
Gaining more and more memories each time
And I swear each time before we go, I want to explore a new destination
Somewhere tropical, or somewhere frigid, something out of the ordinary
But I come back and I’m stuck there, happily stuck