Your legs protest each and every step, yet you continue. Over this next rise, home awaits—behind you, the perils of your journey already fade. With a grunt of effort, you heave your tired body over the crest of the hill and stop for a moment to take in the sight sprawling before you. You drop your bag—laden with the spoils of your adventure—to the dirt and take in a great lungful of air, smell familiar smells: the food and drink of your home, the flowers that bloom only here, the particular fresh scent of the brook that winds through the nearby woods. Your shoulders drop, relax, and your fists unclench. Tonight, you sleep in a bed with a full belly.
~ Envisioned by Kyle Winters
