Assignment #16 - The Journey

The air was frigid. Even inside the fire heated cabin I could feel it. I sat up on my bed and pushed myself to my feet. I could feel the cold linoleum through my socks as I jadedly walked my way to the kitchen. Overwrought by sleep I pushed aside the curtains and peered out the window above the sink. It was the only window in the small cabin I called my home. Outside it looked like my favorite weather. Dew was resting on the grass and the fog was so thick you could no longer see the mountain from here. Driving would be highly frowned on. The clouds were dark and thunder boomed in warning of the down poor that would soon follow. The sun was not visible. I was sure it was day but I had no clock to verify time. I washed the few dishes that were left and laid them on the counter to dry. I went back to the corner were my bed was and stripped the linens off it as they need some washing. The closest that held my small assembly of clothes was by the door. To the left of the door was a desk and a chair. I had no need for a couch or television as I prefered writing, hikes and long walks to staring at screen. The kitchen was to the right with a dining table that seated four. Directly across from it, on the other side of the cabin, was the restroom. The restroom consisted of a shower, a toilet, and a sink with a petite mirror over it. All the walls in the cabin were unpainted as it was a log cabin. The only light came from candles placed on nightstands and end tables skillfully placed to provide enough light throughout the cabin. I made my way to the coat rack behind the door and slipped on some comfortable snow boots and a modest jacket. I left the cabin without needing to lock it because there was no one around for miles. I walked the dirt path that divided the misty grass into two separate patches, each lined with daises and lilacs of different colors. Every now and then I would see a rabbit pass by. There was more moose and cows though. I was always intrigued by the intricate spider webs that had made their marks on the large trees, though the spiders were rarely there. At this time the animals were usually sleeping, or that’s what I assumed, in whatever it is they made their shelter from. I continued up the path with pollen swirling in the air. I stopped at the stream to admire the minnows and gold fish. Somehow the broken twigs and rocks that rest at the bottom of the stream always made me marvel over the beauty of this land. There was no bridge as it was easy to just step over the undersized body of water. On this side there was no path and the grass appeared a bluish green. Orange marigolds with soft yellow trims popped up in random places. Blue jay birds decorated the sky along with chickadees, hummingbirds, and other various creatures of the air. I trudged a little further to the base of the mountain. The cattle was more visible now. I loved to trek across the winding trail of pebbles and fallen leaves. The different shades of brown, red, and smoky orange never cease to catch my attention. I had made it to the top of the mountain but journey was far from over. There was a large rock which I had sat upon to mourn. I screamed in a whirlwind of emotions and I wanted to jump of the mountain. I wanted to be done with the trails of life. I stood up on the rock and this…This is where I found God.