Out in the deep forest today,...bitter cold,..and a covering of snow. The sun was bold,...mockingly deceptive. Quiet,...Oh so quiet. Me alone the lone noise maker,..hacking away,..the cutting of brush,..blazing a trail, a wilderness path. Disturbing the peace as it were,..well into the day toward the setting of the sun. I journeyed into my dreams,...I saw it all,...there before me,..beside me,..the cabin on the lake,..my cabin,..my home,..alive again,..hopes within. Here am I,...the edge of the earth. The quiet descends yet louder it becomes,..no more hacking, no more cutting. Here am I,...standing alone. A giant fireball out over the lake and in my face,...the sun winks goodbye as it drops from my sight,...now darkness descends,...yet theres light within,..this the place of my dreams. From somewhere out in the distance a lone wolf howls,..echoing across the lake and all around. An owl looks down and says WHOOO are you? I am me,..the gift in my dreams.
Posted on: Sun, 24 Nov 2013 03:21:04 +0000
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