Home At Last
Home At Last-A Short Story written by Alex Travous
We awoke to the sunrays shining through the blinds of the window. Cold and quiet we ate our breakfast while our eyes gazed across the field where family’s Javelina’s crowded the stream of fresh snowmelt from the mountains above. I headed upstairs where I put my on my winter jacket. So warm, so cozy as if I were near a fire. Out the door and down the stairs made of solid rock, I walked down the path towards the natural bridge, my feet clasping on the ground with each step they took. A small smile awoke upon my face as I glanced at a small family, a wife, a husband, a little boy and their dog playing in the soft green grass, the little boy laughing every time the dog tackled him.
My head peaked over the edge of the waterfall as the crest of the stream raced towards the bottom. At the same time two beautiful birds soared effortlessly above me. I had always wondered what it would be like to be a bird, to see this beautiful landscape from a different perspective.
The day moved on, the sun that was once high in the sky was now painting a portrait on the opposite side of the horizon. Autumn leaves swept across my feet, along with a gentle breeze. Still quiet, still cold with only the sound of the tree’s branches brushing up against each other. A crackling sound caught my attention along with a bright orange glow that peeked through the forest trees. I sat near the fierce flame that danced towards the heavens. The embers passed me by as my tired eyes closed, I thought, at last I was home, and then I fell asleep.
