The Journey

Centuries ago she lost her way.
She thought maybe journeying beyond the far off hills might give her new perspectives on her circumstances.
She determined to set out at dawn on the first day of spring.
There was no way of knowing what lie ahead.
She felt like a river coursing and guided by the worn paths of the land.
How many people before her had walked this same route?
Each one having a life she knew nothing about.
She was enveloped in nature like a child's blanket.
She traveled many moons until she arrived at a stretch of land that seemed different than everything else.
There she set up camp and fell asleep
under a canopy of stars.

In the morning when she awoke she found herself in a desert.
She was frightened since she didn't know how she got there but she knew that she must get her bearings.
The vast red landscape was mostly barren except she noticed a figure off in the distance
so she cautiously walked toward the object. (End 1:58)
What she came upon was a door.
What it was doing out there all by it's lonesome was a mystery.
She tried turning the knob but it was locked.
Suddenly she thought she heard something but it seemed ridiculous.
Still, she pressed her ear against the wood and on the other side she could hear voices talking and laughing.
She didn't know what possessed her to do it but she knocked.
The door swung gracefully open
and as she stepped over the threshold she found herself back inside her very own home,
only it was winter now.
But there was a fire crackling in the hearth,
and a record spinning, playing beautiful sounds like things she'd only heard in her dreams,
and the tea kettle on the stovetop
was just beginning to hiss.