The wind fluttered through the leaves,
sweeping away the dust and cobwebs stretching between the branches.
The sun peeked in warming the soil in tiny dots of light. Silvie
slowly opened her eyes to the fresh new morning. Sleep had come
easily to her and now, quite refreshed, she was ready and eager to be
on her way. It promised to be a wonderful day. With a smile she
bundled up her mat and gear, tossed them onto her back and stepped
out into the world. A robin greeted her with soft chirps and a
squirrel chattered to her from a nearby tree.
“Hi little critters! Good morning!”
Silvie waved to each animal she met on the path. You just never
know when something magical might happen. She thought. “Do any of
you speak?” She paused for a moment then shrugged and continued on
her way.
A tune popped into her head so she
began to whistle and soon it turned into a song which she sang
softly. It made the walking easier with a distraction so the song
carried on for miles, changing and shifting like the river that wound
its way alongside the path. Maybe today would be the day. She had
been searching for a very long time but never gave up, never wavered
from the belief that one day she would find “Home”. And maybe,
just maybe, today was that. She smiled at the possibility and
continued to walk.
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