The drive to the cottage at any time of day is refreshing and invigorating. Every second I draw nearer to a cottage I feel more and more free, and can never wait to get there.
Dusk sets in as I wind my way there.
Through the window I can smell the fresh air.
The rolling hills covered in stands of pine.
I wish down deep that this could all be mine.
The sun disappears in my rearview mirror.
The light keeps fading as I draw nearer.
Winding around bends through the hills on the way to the lake.
I drive slow, taking it all in and riding the brake.
Darkness sets in as I make the last turn.
My headlights light the way to the place for which I yearn.
The trees here grow thick, but the path is well-worn.
I follow it to the spot I know I’ll feel reborn.
Well worth the drive that leads to this place.
A drive that I wish I never had to retrace.